Or Am I The Only Warlock You

You Asked Me Who I Belong To. I Belong To You.

The Cycle Hit The Beach And Spun Out. Emma Went Into A Rolling Crouch As She Flew Free Of It, Keeping Her Elbows In, Pushing The Air Hard Out Of Her Lungs. She Turned Her Head As She Hit The Sand, Slapping Her Palms Down To Roll Herself Forward, Absorbing The Impact Of The Fall Through Her Arms And Shoulders, Her Knees Folding Up Into Her Chest. The Stars Wheeled Crazily Overhead As She Spun, Sucking In Her Breath As Her Body Slowed Its Rolling. She Came To A Stop On Her Back, Her Hair And Clothes Full Of Sand And Her Ears Full Of The Sound Of The Wildly Crashing Ocean.

If No One Cares For You At All, Do You Even Really Exist?

Will Looked As If He Were Being Asked To Believe In Something Impossible—snow In Summertime, A London Winter Without Rain.

It Is Better Than Going On Loving Someone Who Cannot Love Me Back. Better Wasting All That Feelings" -tessa Gray