The SMILE On Your Face Lets Me Know That You Need MeTheres A TRUTH In Your Eyes, Saying Youll Never Leave

The  SMILE  on your face lets me know that you need me There’s a  TRUTH  in your eyes, saying you’ll never leave me The  TOUCH  of your hand says you’ll catch me if ever I fall                                          You say it best when you say nothing at all

My love wants to incorporate her totally, to eat her. My love is selfish.

Susan Sontag, from Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1964. (via xshayarsha)

“It’s ok I’m pretty sure you had no intention of getting stabbed tonight,” She assures. “Just be a little more careful next time.”

“But yeah. It was difficult. I spent a lot of time trying to hide who I was and making sure nobody knew about it. I spent a lot of time avoiding people after that. I started thinking that I was cursed, that if anyone started caring and loving me then they’d get hurt too.”

“Hence,” She continued as she used the back of her sleeve to wipe the prosthetic makeup on her face. It revealed burns she had suffered from that night. “Why I graduated in Prosthetic Makeup Effects in college.” 

She also took out the contact lens in her eye, and it revealed a dull black colored eye contrasting the other eye, one that had vibrant blues swirling. It wasn’t a matter of showing the full extent, but rather that the contact in her eye was starting to bug her to an extent that couldn’t be ignored as she slides the contact back into a case.

“I have more of these on my left arm, but I won’t bore you with that,” She concludes as she pulls out her own phone, offering it to him.

“What should I do about Jason though? If you dad comes I mean.”

“He’s bleeding out bad,” She says to the nurse, as the concern in her voice raised. She doesn’t let go of him, only letting his arm slide away but keeping a hand on his hand. It’s only when she looks down does she notice the blood caked on her hands. Blood that came from JD, who she also knows now of as James 

The fresh ones overlapped with the dried bits and in seeped into her fingernails. Her hands start to tremble at the sight of it. The gravity of everything that had transpired was starting to set in. Not now, not when he’s almost getting help.

But she takes a couple deep breathes and thinks of memories with John. Conversations that happened those years back help to keep her legs from trembling. Keeping her hand wrapped around his, helped to calm her nerves if only until they take him away to help him, to get him the treatment he needs.

Another gloomy mountain morning.