|when my feelings pretend they're fic...
||[Feb. 15th, 2015|03:39 am]
He is everything.
He is more than everything. He is every breath you breathe, every beat of your heart. Every aching of your soul is his and you are helpless before him.
Holding him is like dying - but in a good way. In the sort of way that makes you long for that peaceful abyss. Without him, you would be lost because the world would drain of light and of meaning. You cannot bear the thought of spending a single night without him.
He is always there - the comforting warmth, the promise of everything. Every possible happiness you could imagine, found in the eyes of a single boy. You have not known him half a year, but already it feels like forever. There was never life before he came.
Your life is his. No other choice remains to you.
You love him.
And when he drowns in a flood of crimson, enthralled by another, a victim and a champion of everything you despise, when he is wrenched from your arms and goes willingly into the crimson depths—
You still love him.