The first time she thought they could be something more than a broken family or group of lost kids the sun was hidden behind the clouds and the fog was clouding her vision and she was bleeding in more places than she could count. (but for some reason at the time she was happy)
That was the day that he held her still and cleaned her wounds. He whispered to her while he was pouring burning alcohol all over her stomach. (and they were all broken promises but at the time she didn't know that so she was gullible enough to believe)
It burned at the time, and the scars still do; but not because of the monster that swiped its claws across her—because of the monster who deceived her, the one who she believed until it was too late. (pretty faces hide the worst devils [who you think you can trust])
There are burns and scratches and marks of death all over her but what the rest of the world doesn't know is that if they really want to see the extent of what has happened to her they need to look into her mind. (not that any sane person would, not that she's sane anymore at all)
She let him in so close to her heart, a place where nobody had been since her little brother years ago, and she trusted him to keep her safe. (that just proves how believing really gets you nowhere)
When you truly love someone you stand by them no matter how it changes you, but it isn't loving if you change so much you can't even feel any more at all. (maybe love is just something she's cursed with because it's done her nothing)
A place to collect my Thaluke ideas because I don't want everybody to get annoyed by me constantly posting new stories. Oh, and please check out the shout out about reviewing I wrote a few hours ago.
-WGG