Kenji has a hand pressed to his mouth, desperately trying to suppress a smile. He’s shaking his head, holding up a hand in apology. And then he breaks, laughing out loud, snorting as he tries to muffle the sound. “I’m sorry,†he says, pressing his lips together, shaking his head again. “This is not a funny moment. It’s not. I’m not laughing
That this girl would know exactly how to shatter me.
All I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with my hands but with my heart.
The tattoo is just setting below his hp bone. H e l l i s e m p t y a n d a l l t h e d e v i l s a r e h e r e I kiss my way across the words. Kissing away the devils. Kissing away the pain.
Have you ever had a girlfriend, Kenji?" "What?" He looks mortally offended. "Do I look like the kind of guy who's never had a girlfriend? Have you even met me?
It's the kind of kiss that inspires stars to climb into the sky and light up the world.
Please," he says. "I'm begging you to stop." I still. "I can't stomach your pain," he says. "I can feel it so strongly and it's making me crazy- please," he says to me. "Don't be sad. Or hurt. Or guilty. You've done nothing wrong." "I'm sorry-" "Don't be sorry, either," he says. "God, the only reason I'm not going to kill Kent for this is because I know it would only upset you more.
I am nothing more than the consequence of catastrophe.
I love you," I whisper. "I love you exactly as you are.
And I've fallen. So hard. I've hit the ground. Gone right through it. Never in my life have I felt this. Nothing like this. I've felt shame and cowardice, weakness and strength. I've known terror and indifference, self-hate and general disgust. I've seen things that cannot be unseen. And yet I've known nothing like this terrible, horrible, paralyzing feeling. I feel crippled. Desperate and out of control. And it keeps getting worse. Every day I feel sick. Empty and somehow aching. Love is a heartless bastard.