💘 FROM OZZIE
looking at oswald was looking at a harsh reflection of herself, the two were one in the same, souls with so much love to give but the bad habit of giving it to the wrong people. they poured their hearts and souls into those that never deserved it, being drained of all the love they had to give until they were merely a husk of their former selves, touched starved zombies walking this cruel world alone. then, they met each other. two beings shaking with the desire to be touched, to be loved, cynicism mixing with desperation and pain being all that flooded their veins. there were few people she could stand to be around, most she tolerated, but oswalds company was one she actually...liked. being around him things felt natural, they felt at ease. there was no forced conversation or uncomfortable small talk, hell even in their silence they spoke volumes, their sad eyes saying all that needed to be said when they looked to one another. that’s when it started to hit her, when looking into his big brown eyes she was struck with a shiver down her spine, a feeling of completeness that made her want to tear her eyes away and never look to him again. it hurt too badly to feel that way, to feel good, her soul aching so badly for it she doesn’t know if she could handle how intense it feels. it makes her want to cry, feeling her empty heart fill up and beat once more in her chest, knowing it could never work because she wasn’t meant for things like this. she wasn’t meant for love, her history had told her that, and oswald deserved a better love than anything a broken girl like her could give to him. she choked on her love for him, aching and screaming for it to be let loose, but she knew she never could. oswald couldn’t love a girl like her, so she would save them both the trouble of breaking her heart.
