sparks
karierte
"But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams."
Small hopes gather in his hands, and Matt doesn't quite know what to do with them. They glitter like stars captured in his clasped palms, awkward and burning. He peeks through his latticed fingers and watches one – the little wisp of love that it is – and he is afraid, all of a sudden, that Mello might crush it.