Cheated and run down, alone but thankful. Stuck behind closed doors, with curtains with no hatch. Stuck to rot with the memories, the memory of a tain..
He pressed his hand against the freezing cold of her bleach - like skin. Toxic to others, but so light against his hand, he could barely remember thei..
There was no conversation, they never shared their doubts, no only pillows and blankets were passed about. Though they drifted apart, the memories sti..