his reflection stares back at him from the blade’s gleam — hollow eyes, tear-streaked cheeks, a ghost of the boy he once was.
he exhales, shoulders relaxing for the first time in what feels like eternity.
⠀
⠀ ⠀💌 • LOVE⠀MAIL.⠀ ﹗ ﹙ v2 ﹚
⠀ ⠀ BECAUSE I CAN’T BE STOPPED﹐
⠀ ⠀ Isolde is back with Glynii to make
⠀ ⠀ your day as sweet as possible .ᐟ
⠀ ⠀ Happy Valentine’s ╱ Vespertine
⠀ ⠀ Day﹐﹙LITTLE ARIEN ﹚﹗ — 🖍️
⠀ ⠀
if no one sees him, if no one cares, then what’s the point of holding on so tightly ?
what’s the point of pretending that he isn’t as breakable as he feels ?
arien exhales, shaking.
it doesn’t matter. none of it ever does.