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To those whose true escape is bound by the words on the paper
There may be more than one thing I regret creating for my people.
At least I know why Josh hates me. Not knowing why Fallan does is a considerably scarier feeling.
But I need more than perfect. I need flaws. I need something to feel real for once in my life.
“Having you look at me tonight the way you did is worth every lashing they have given me,”
“Well, you see, Forest,” he says with a smile, “You’re the first real symbol of hope I have seen in this society in a long time,”
“Does my heart still beat?” He questions, his voice low and solemn. His voice's tone makes it hard to pinpoint. It's like listening to a song underwater. I nod, not needing to say another word. “Then you will never be alone.”
“Because I crave your love,” he says, his lips grazing over my nose, “and want no one but me to be able to know you like a map,” he continues, his hands moving along my curves, “I want to paint your body with my lips, and know your every want,”
“I would have ripped out their throats before they could even have the thought of harming you,”
is infuriatingly impossible to imagine myself hurting you,”
“One kiss and I can never walk away. One kiss and I am yours until the day my heart stops,”
“I have to, or else I can never leave you… and then, I end up losing you,”
“Hate you?” He questions, his head shaking, “Forest, I’m in love with you.”
