"can i rest now?" his hands were trembling, but no fear shook his voice. just a bone-deep exhaustion.
i clasped them in my own, smearing them with blood, and bent down to press a kiss to his cheek; sweat-slick and paling. with every word a dagger unto my heart, "sleep now, love."
too much! too much is wrong with me. thatโs the problem isnโt it? too much is wrong with me, and you canโt do anything about that. you canโt change it. you canโt fix me. because iโm not broken, i donโt need to be fixed.
if i relaxed my body now, i'd fall apart. i've always lived like this, and it's the only way i know how to go on living. if i relaxed for a second, i'd never find my way back. i'd go to pieces, and the pieces would be blown away. why can't you see that?
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โธป Creo que no puedo quejarme, al menos hoy ha marchado relativamente tranquilo. A menos que tengas otros datos, ยฟo tu visita es meramente placer?
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