@ghostive you said write you something
SHE WASN’T ANGRY when she first found out. maybe betrayed. confused definitely. she’s still confused. feathers ruffled to near ruin. he killed her. he never told her. and she remembers it so clearly : the feel of the blade , sharp , they’d just been bought , slicing so easily through her skin. he didn’t even look at her as he did it. the leather bracelet slipping from fingertips as her hands gripped her throat , shocked. she doesn’t remember if she did it more out of shock or a desperate attempt to stop the blood that poured from the open wound that would surely be her demise. the scorpion pricked the bird with his stinger ! she was hurt. more than anything. more than angry at being lied to , more than confused , more than the toxin of poison tipped thorn ! in her thumb could ever sting.
❛ NAT WYATT NAT ❜ voice cracks on last vowel , bird’s song broken. holds every turbulence of her chest in just his name , in her voice. croaked as the frog might have once. eyes are red , stinging. tears shed for hours all ready , she’s not sure any more can fall as phantom heart wishes. ❛ what did i what did i do ? i must have done something wrong , to make you hate me please. tell me what i did. things were so ... fine. i think. from what i remember. but i i did something. i don’t know. or i don’t remember. what did i do wrong ? i’m sorry. ❜
