Phoenix Maplewood orion

oh, bleeding heart.

he'd feed it to her like a pomegranate if it kept her full. he'd give her his own hide if it kept her warm. he could be the first of man, he could give up a rib if it meant her forever. although look how that had ended.

all he would do for her — all he thought she did for him. so why did it continue this way? what continued to force them apart?

and in that, do you mean to suggest that i do not deserve you? do you mean to say that all i have done has been only for your absence?

a step closer.

near enough to grab her, but he refrained.