“ Instead of a criminal or a drug addict, I was looking at a boy—just a boy. ”
Among my stillness was a pounding heart.
~ Shannon A. Thompson
Some rumors said she was a demon from another world. Other rumors said she was death incarnate, someone to remind us of our misdeeds. But no one had said how beautiful she was. No one had mentioned her eyes. The ones that showed color only for a second. A hint of beauty in absolute blackness.
Remember how far you’ve come, and you won’t have to rely on a destiny for your future. It will come on your own.
Love was a lot more complicated when you had a lot of time on your hands.
