sirens and crimson.
the night air was filled with both aspects, with you still gasping for breath.
as if you wanted to deify the odds.
you did.
i watched them revive you, your lighter at my side as i spun it in my fingers. the nervousness of the night air leaving me focused on your closed eyes, willing them to open.
wyatt
YOU ARE READING
unequivocal.
General Fictionnight and day our fears and dreams, different but equally as captivating. these our your letters you never got to read enda.
