#enlive

@enlive

     “Do you wanna come over? 'Cause nobody should be alone if they don’t have to be.”

    “Marci, will you help me pick some fruit? There is just so much and I don’t think I can do it on my own.”

His feet hammer against the pavement at full speed, there is blood that trickles from the cut on his cheek and, in all fairness, he might look a lot like someone you would try and avoid on the streets. Turning the corner, he nearly runs smack bang into her, and it is enough for him to stop in his tracks for a hot minute.       “Whoa ---- oh ---”       he knows her, remembers her face. His hand is finding her arm, and he’s tugging slightly. Ben moves past her, but keeps his gaze locked onto hers. Silently pleading for her to trust him with his eyes.      “R---run!”     /      ( @enlive ♥’d. )

     ‘ hey, sunshine. ’ benny says it gently. softly, smoother than worn down velvet. he stretches out a hand, open palm. ‘ c’mere. ’ 

❛      can  you  open  this  bottle  for  me  ?  i’m  not  drunk  enough  yet  .      ❜

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“Excuse me ----”       she doesn’t mean to stare, it has nothing to do with the girl. There is an aura about her, something that Martha can not quite put her finger on. Something that exceeds all the things she has ever experience, beyond the war that never was, beyond all the stars. She needs to speak to her. Which is why, with hand slightly shaking, she hands out a small piece of paper she had pulled from her own pocket.      “Did you drop this?” /       ( @enlive ♥’d. )