"Why do you care for me.. someone as lonely and distant as me.." He whispered hoarsely.

His eyes were still and pale saying nothing,
but against his cold, shivering hands
everything was self explanatory.

His voice for a split second cracked,
resembling the bloom of a délicat flower against worn out pavement.

She did not answer.
This was the beauty of it all.
When you can love for who you are,
but they can love you for what they love..
It was just best for her to not answer.

He was getting the opportunity
to keep the little happiness he had;
At least before she took it away,
once again.

"This is just what I feel." She thought Planting a big, fake smile against her face,
Adjusting the beanie against her freshly shaved head.

—NOTVANTE