Phoenix Maplewood orion

teeth and claw felt kinder against his skin than this.

did she wish him gone? did she think maybe he had crumbled beneath it all? he could recall the grief from his mother. to be betrayed by her own flesh and blood.

he did everything to secure even a glimmer of a future.

was that not writing destiny?

i did. otherwise we would not have crossed. his head lifted and there is a hopefulness in his gaze that no other part of his features can hold. or maybe you wrote it this way — and i am only playing my part.

as always, as i will forever.