#puredesolate

                                   sweat licks her upper lip and forehead, body heat increasing by the minute. if someone asks her how she feels, she would say  ‘  warm  ’  ; but the second they touch her, they would flinch from the heat coming off her skin. she’s barely high, just enough to take the edge off. even so, the drug lacing her veins brings her down so hard she regrets it almost immediately. she couldn’t even remember the last time she had a good high ; almost seven years, maybe ? it used to be like she was blossoming ; she could fix everything with a needle. all her troubles would fade, and she could taste the sunshine. it used to be such BLISS. now, all she wanted was death. shoot up to heal the pain, only to feel more pain. it is what her life has become. countless days and nights, euphoric feelings, and the loneliness that never went away. patting the couch cushion on the floor ( the couch itself was long gone ) next to her own, she motions for him to sit with her.  ❛  they aren’t all for me. i promise. just a little.  ❜  she leans her head against the wall as she speaks, suddenly drowsy.  ❛  i would say you can have some, but, they’re not all mine. plus, i dunno how y’ feel about that.  ❜

          ❛         kidnapping is a little tyrannical a word for my tastes   ;   not that i mean to split hairs over semantics.           ❜          she flashes him a cursory glimpse of bared teeth,  the gesture’s intention ambiguous   ;   TO THREATEN   /   TO REASSURE.          she’ll leave interpretation of such an antithesis for him to annotate and conclude as he pleases.          ❛         tell me,  are you not enjoying my company ?          ❜

      eyebrows knit inwards toward one another at the stated query, making him confused as their drinks never really had any price. they could afford enough alcohol for the whole school, honestly  ——  not to brag or anything.  ❝  first of all, the drinks are free  —  secondly, maybe ask someone who’s actually attending the party  ?  ❞  mason wasn’t intentionally acting cold, his stomach was just grumbling and he didn’t know how else to approach the matter at hand, as this person before him was one of his sister’s guests  ;  not masons’. also meaning he didn’t want to take responsibility nor really get himself involved in anything, related to parties and drunk-heads.  ❝  why did you even wander to the kitchen  ——  ❞  there was little to none drinks out here, all the food and snacks were also lined up in the party-room of the mansion, puzzling him even further.

     ❝This is INCREDIBLY boring.❞

I would kill for you. • I would make love to you. • I would fuck you. • I would protect you. • I would hurt you for a selfish cause. • I wish we had more in common. • I want nothing to do with you. • I want to see you cry. • I want a future with you. • I want to destroy your future. • I do not care what you do. • I am indifferent towards you. • I want children with you. • I love you ( platonically ) • I love you ( romantically ) • I love you life family. • You are my family. • I could fall in love with you ( already has lbr ). • I would lie for you. • I would fight by your side. • I will never let you go. • I would hold you while you cried. • I would hug you. • I want to kiss you. • I would stay by your bedside if you were ill. • I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. • I want to forget you. • I will never forget you. • I only want to make you proud. • I wish I could make you happy. • You deserve nothing. • I will never forgive you. • You confuse me.