26 October 2012
Eyes so blue. Deeper than any ocean. Easy to drown in. They had been apart for longer than anticipated. Lips so red. More luscious than any fruit. He was breathing, always a good sign. The air was electric with it. Her scent, her voice, he had missed it so much. He leaned toward her and stroked the side of her face, brushing her honey gold hair out of her ocean eyes. They kissed. Passion erupted from him and he felt himself losing to her, becoming protected. Then she broke away. Something changed, her eyes weren't still the stormy seas. Her strawberry lips parted to whisper one word. Then she turned to him, standing behind her, he took her hand and they left. She had never loved him in absence. He was but a broken toy.
"sorry."
You Cannot Fix A Broken Toy • Opuss № I