⠀⠀𝓦ords cut deep, like a knife devouring skin without mercy at all.⠀⠀as if the very skin that was cutting, was his own, meeting the sharp edge of it without cry, or scream. ²↓
she had too many questions , maybe in another occasion she would sit in front of him and ask every single one easily … or , maybe , * 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞 of these questions would ever form . maybe somewhere in another universe , they’re working alongside or at least
‹ c͟o͟n͟t͟ . ›