#pxrfecto

——✍;; ✉ 

"You got something in your eye, chico?"

          she definitely was not chirping           at one of the birds flitting about           in the cage. she definitely did           not jump when the bell rang when           the door opened.

——✍;;{ ✉ }

            Veronica looked at the festering burn on her hand, promises            and pledges and superficial words floating aimlessly amid the            clouds of pain. People always talk about their moment of clarity,            a rush of seeing everything how it really is for the first time.             Veronica wasn’t feeling that. She was muddy and confused.             She knew what he said was wrong somehow but she couldn’t             exactly pin point where. It was confusing and numbing and she            didn’t really know how to feel. She glanced back at her self-inflicted            burn only amplified by his cigarette bud and pulled a single word            out of the teaming mass of her mind. Never.

                           ”You—you can’t just be sorry. Sorry isn’t good enough. I                              think you—I think you broke me. Or at least some part                              of me. An important part. God, you promised last time                              you hurt me. You said 'No, babe, I swear I'll never do it                             again.’ and that was a lie right? Because we’re here right                               now, having this conversation. And I don’t…”

             She trailed off, looking into his sad, pleading eyes and cringing             slightly. Was she being fair? Did J.D. deserve another person in              their shitty world against him? Veronica couldn’t just be one more             person on his bullet list of disappointments.

             She let herself fall into him, sinking deeper and deeper into the             lulling darkness of his touch.

                                          "I believe you.”