My back’s against the mattress, and you’re hovering over me. I stare at you, and you’re staring back at me. I’m thinking to myself, ‘what have we done to each other? What kind of game are we indulging into now? Is any of this real?’. This is stupid. Absolutely insane, yet neither of us leave...
If distance was able to kill, then the distance between them -in spite of sharing the same bed- would have massacred her and would let him leave to bleed out blood that would freeze the same moment it would step out of his system and into the wild, the coldness between them would turn it into...