You turned your head to the side. Faced me. Your eyes never left mine, I read them with ease. You said nothing to them, yet everything to me. I nodded.But only when no one was watching.
Dragged from your room. A red crease of sleep visible down your cheek, eyes foggy with the adjustment from a state of rest to a state of arrest. You said nothing. Even when your face was mashed into t...
Against the rules. She's on it, like a hound on a fox.'Her name is Annie.
More disturbing than hurt is love when it's wrong.
