[.aesthesia .
Delicate fingers caressing the scars and burns against the skin.
A sigh escapes bruised lips, as the sensation is perceived.
Empty eyes and a ghostly smile on that beautiful pale face as sharp endless green eyes stare at her.
The things she could make him feel…things he was not suppose to be able to feel.
Both were nothing, just nobodies and nobodies wouldn't ever be somebodies.
This was something that he knew too well but there was something he had never realised before.
Nothingness had never been so beautiful.
[.end.
disclaimer: nothing is mine. nothing is ever mine.