#rum-wolves

don't touch me gently, don't treat me kindly, i can't accept that kind of love.

fate kept us apart until the time was right for us to meet but it wasn’t right for us to stay and maybe that's the tragic thing about us.

he drinks it in when the star bursts. the light is blinding, but he doesn’t turn away, couldn’t. it’s ethereal, like there’s peace in the few heartbeats that it lasts. for once, the cold leaves his bones and armitage hux burns.

all things break and humans have the tendency to do the same.

do we write vivid poetry to cover up the truth?

the universe kept spinning and she got lost in his everchanging constellations.

does he breathe the same air as you do, when you are meeting him in your dreams?

The first time, they simply stare at each other without saying anything. The second time, she reaches out to him. His hand is cold between her fingers. She doesn’t let go for what feels like a long time. “I miss you, Ben. When I follow the bond, there is nothing left.” The sorrow in his dark eyes almost suffocates her.