#paleromance
[PART TWO] THERE’S ROOM ENOUGH IN THE PILE FOR BOTH OF YOU, BUT JUST BARELY. EVERY SPOT WHERE HIS BODY IS PRESSED TO YOUR OWN FEELS COMFORTING AND COOL, SOOTHING THE HEAT THAT HAD BUILT UP JUST UNDER YOUR SKIN. YOU RESIST THE URGE TO PRESS YOUR BURNING CHEEK TO HIS CHEST. YOU’VE ALREADY DEBASED YOURSELF ENOUGH TONIGHT. “you really shouldnt a run off like that" "WHAT, YOU WANTED ME TO DIG MY HEELS INTO THE GROUND AND DRAG EVERYONE INTO ANOTHER HALF HOUR OF POINTLESS BACK AND FORTH?" "but you wwerent evven wwrong though and you wwould havve heard me tell them as much if youd stayed" YOU DON'...Read more
[PART ONE] YOU SQUEEZE YOUR GANDERBULBS SHUT, TRYING TO BLINK AWAY THE TEARS BLURRING YOUR VISION. YOU HATE THAT YOU CRY WHEN YOU’RE ANGRY. YOUR BULBS STING FROM THE SALT, AND YOUR WHOLE FACE BURNS FEVERISHLY HOT. YOU DON’T WANT ANYONE TO SEE YOU LIKE THIS, SO YOU HOLE YOURSELF AWAY IN A FAR CORNER OF YOUR UNLIT RESPITEBLOCK. NOT LIKE ANYONE IS COMING TO FIND YOU. NOT AFTER HOW YOU KILLED EVERYONE’S MOOD AND STORMED OFF. STILL, YOU’RE HALF BURIED IN YOUR MOST COMFORTING PILE IN SOME DESPERATE ATTEMPT TO HIDE YOUR SHAME FROM THE WORLD. YOU DON’T SEE THE VERTICAL SLICE OF OFFENDING LIGHT VIOLATE YOUR ...Read more