coffeesoakedshoes

An abusive person kills their partner, and regrets it.

We kept bumping into each other.

People talk about how they'd die for each other. I want to know if you'd use a moment of your day just for me.

Picturing a future that will never happen- wistful and a warm image all at once.

Heartbreak in the form of rejection, the undeveloped and young kind.

TW descriptions of gruesome imagery. I am turned inside out.

I can't escape her eyes. (From a prompt of, "Someone's watching your narrator, but the narrator knows,".)

Rejection. (CW: bloody, gory imagery)

(Slight TW for allusions to s/h? Writing off of two words a friend gave me as a prompt.) When does boredom become an unseeable numbness?

*slight TW/CW for gory images.

We keep fighting so hard, instead of giving up.

We all leave bits and pieces behind.