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Title: The Formula For This is That and Oh God, I Love You
Inspired by: The first line wouldn't get out of my brain. It pretty much wrote itself
Notes: I love writing angsty Kenny.
Your lips against mine is my greatest sin; and if I could just drown in your eyes, my life could make sense.
If I could just die in your embrace, I'd go with a smile and one regret. I'd regret not running my fingers through your beautiful hair, the red curls like silk. Then I'd come back to repeat it all again. But your hair is bright, not as bright as the ever-present blood I carry but still I love it. The colour suits your personality to a tee.
Your smile, your tears, your laugh; they heal the wounds caused by your frown, your screams, your agony that always happens before I pass. But I love awakening to a smile of yours.
Has anyone ever told you that you're brighter than the sun (which hurts like a bitch when you get hyperthermia; oh god, I hated that day.), Kyle? Because you are and I love you.
Shit, I'm getting sentimental, aren't I? But oh god, it's true, so damn true. I can't help but to think that I'll die this time or that time but it's scary now, now that I have you to live for, to die for, to breathe for.
But when I pass one and never return, please, don't cry for me; I never particularly like those tears. They mar your flawless face with horribly depressing stains. I don't like when you're sad. You tend to yell, to hit, to get violent (believe me, I damn well died because of you); but you make me happy in the long run.
So smile for me, live for me, breathe for me when I finally hit the floor for the last time because oh god, Kyle, your lips against mine is my most delicious sin.