“
How painfully poetic this all is,“ she cried. Her hair fell into her eyes as she looked to the ground, not able to meet his eyes.
“We were prefect for a long time, but this broken fairytale is getting so hard to hide. And my heart can’t take it right now and I don’t know what to do..”
She couldn’t make herself look at him as she said everything she didn’t want to say. She poured her heart out, spilling every heartache out onto the ground and when she finished she could never take those words back.
“We were prefect for a long time, but this broken fairytale is getting so hard to hide. And my heart can’t take it right now and I don’t know what to do..”
She couldn’t make herself look at him as she said everything she didn’t want to say. She poured her heart out, spilling every heartache out onto the ground and when she finished she could never take those words back.
— Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #16// 4am (via 4am-reflections)
