Afraid
a/n: this a drabble (yes, a REAL drabble, unlike what you guys all call a drabble; stop using the word drabble loosely when its definition is 'a 100 words story') to bridge the long gap between fics.
The air is cold; it's taken your hands. The road ahead of you is dark and sunlight is too far away to talk about.
Tell me your worries.
You're lost, maybe just like how I was. You're standing at exactly the same place I lay before.
Tell me your plans.
Have you ever felt such loneliness? Such sorrow? Is this really the first time you've thought of falling? The kind of falling that lasts forever? Don't give me those tears.
Tell me your loves.
You scream.
You fight (such stupidity…).
You cry.
You run through my veins.
You wanted it.