“I want to die.”
Despite the gravity of his short words, you take his hand the smell of oil paint and thread your fingers around his firmly with relentless perseverance. “Hold on. I know you can.”
A few beats pass by and you can hear the wind whispering sweet nothings to the cold night air. The worn-out youth lets out a soft sigh, his whole demeanor appearing distraught and unforgiving. He’s mad at the world, mad at the people, but mostly…he’s mad at himself.
He laughs, a sudden release, like a long-held secret and his eyes are clouded with mixed emotions. “I don’t think I can.” His voice is strange and quiet, his face tired and sunken. He feels, looks and sounds hopeless. He is hopeless.
But still, the warmth of his skin touching yours is enough. He’s alive, he’s breathing, and he’s beside you on this moonlight night, your souls intricately mapped together. He’s a rebel without a cause, a beautiful disaster, an accident waiting to happen and yet, you can’t help but lean your head on his shoulder and thank the stars for shining tonight.
You could waste away a lifetime like this.
Despite the gravity of his short words, you take his hand the smell of oil paint and thread your fingers around his firmly with relentless perseverance. “Hold on. I know you can.”
A few beats pass by and you can hear the wind whispering sweet nothings to the cold night air. The worn-out youth lets out a soft sigh, his whole demeanor appearing distraught and unforgiving. He’s mad at the world, mad at the people, but mostly…he’s mad at himself.
He laughs, a sudden release, like a long-held secret and his eyes are clouded with mixed emotions. “I don’t think I can.” His voice is strange and quiet, his face tired and sunken. He feels, looks and sounds hopeless. He is hopeless.
But still, the warmth of his skin touching yours is enough. He’s alive, he’s breathing, and he’s beside you on this moonlight night, your souls intricately mapped together. He’s a rebel without a cause, a beautiful disaster, an accident waiting to happen and yet, you can’t help but lean your head on his shoulder and thank the stars for shining tonight.
You could waste away a lifetime like this.
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