Whisper
I hear her whisper words against my skin – I adore you. You're so beautiful. I love you. – and I can only imagine how wildly my heart must pucker against her chest with every syllable that leaves her mouth. With our heartbeats in perfect sync and our lips molded together, I feel myself falling more and more for the girl I once claimed to hate.
I want to take away every insult I threw her way, every eye roll, every harm I ever caused her. But I can't and it probably wouldn't even be right, because this is me. I hurt people, no matter how close they are to my heart, no matter how much I feel for them. Tori knows that. And yet, she stays, despite the harsh looks I send her way just because I can, despite the acid that occasionally drips from my tongue and burns her skin. I love her, I do, but that doesn't stop me from hurting her with my words every now and then.
But maybe that's exactly the reason she's with me. She wants to heal me, replace all the black inside of me with her vibrant colors and make me understand that I don't need all these bitter words to protect myself, at least not with her. She's everything that's good in the world and maybe I am everything that's bad. But maybe she'll be able to manage, someday, to crack through my hard shell and make every ounce of hate and bitterness disappear, until all that's left is my love for her. And really, I want her to keep trying that, as long as that means that she will stay with me.
I want her to keep kissing me, every day, just because she feels like it.
I want her keep giving me hugs because it makes me feel like it's just us in this world, like there's nothing that's more important than Tori and I.
But most importantly, I want her to keep whispering in my ear how much I mean to her. And I want her to never change her mind. I want her to be mine and I want to be hers.
Forever.
Definitely forever.
A/N: I know this is like ridiculously short but I hope you like it nevertheless.