April 12, 2010.
Blind Hope
"Dealing with you is going to be a trial, isn't it?"
She stares at nothing, lips moving soundlessly. Please, she murmurs, please. I'll be good. Perfect. I'll behave. Just... Just let him come back to me. Please, God. Please.
One tear, filled with blind hope.
A/N: It was going to be Blind Faith, but, as we all know, that's redundant.
Sunshine and laughter and dead butterflies~
Sweethearted.