“If you can’t stand in place, you can’t tell who’s walking away”
-death cab for cutie, “pity and fear”
Redolent, dressed in blood red, beautiful skin fresh and pale, the cut of her smile and eyes eager. No one would think, no one would believe I had it in me to garnish such beauty, that I would be this lucky. That somehow in almost breaking her we would come out the other side into the very peace I thought I had leave everything to find.