The Fabric of Our Souls

by K.M. Moronova

For the broken ones who are in need of something dark, morbid, and beautiful.

I’m the cold-hearted villain in everyone’s story, according to most of my loved ones,

Whoever coined the phrase “sticks and stones” is an asshole, don’t you think? Words indeed hurt more than stones. Thanks for trying to gaslight me out of it though. It didn’t work.

Avoidance has always been my coping mechanism. If I don’t think about it, it doesn’t matter. My day goes on.

“You should wait… and it doesn’t have to be for anything specific. I’m just saying—wait for the weight of the world to pass. Wait until the tremors that wrack through your skull drift into the depths again. Wait until the sun rises, and the light makes you feel a little less pointless.”

“What if waiting doesn’t work?” I whisper. Liam smiles easily at me. His presence is like an eerie forest. I want to stay for a while and sit quietly in his dreary gravity. “You let me know and I’ll hold you until the darkness fades.”

She’s the image of heartache—and I want the pain she instills inside my heart forever.

How many women have lost their hearts to eyes like his?

The fabric of our souls is thin—we’ve been wandering this world just to unite in this small corner of the universe. Our connection is frightening and enchanting all at once.

“No—I knew the moment I saw you. You were not to be pitied. Your mind is a beautiful and dangerous thing, Wynn, sick as it may be. But your soul illuminates the world around you, setting all else ablaze with your inevitable anguish.”

Pain is what inevitably brings this song to life… because no great piece of art is made without a little suffering backing it.

“Because it looked so painful, and I want to take that pain from you. We can make better memories for you to play to, don’t you think?”

He’s so beautiful it hurts, so broken it’s disastrous.

Lanston Nevers “The Fabric of our Souls is thin and worn. We must be gentle and love tirelessly.”