Forgive, sounds good
Forget, I'm not sure I could
They say time heals everything
But I'm still waitingHe pulled the covers back and wiped the sweat from him. He managed to detangle himself and get to his feet without waking the blonde woman next to him, thankfully, she struggled to sleep like he did and he was glad when she did get sleep. He ran ( Read more... )

Sunken cheeks, strong, almost proud nose, eyes red-rimmed with lack of sleep as he stares at himself. Carefully he runs his finger across his jaw line and tries to imagine. It has been so long since he had eaten, he has lost a lot of weight but no one ever sees him anymore to get worried. He can’t help but prefer it that way, for the moment at ( Read more... )

He holds his arms wide in front of the blade and waits, watching his friend’s struggle even as he himself stood calm, almost peaceful. He could hear the low murmur of the guests in the church, odd snippets of words and phrases, could hear Lisa panicked breaths from behind him, feel the upset and the fear coming from her. Hyde twists violently ( Read more... )

He brushed his hand down her side as she came to him, the first few notes of the song flittering into the room and he almost doesn’t hear it. He watched her as if he would die if he so much as let his gaze drop from hers. She watched him with the same fascination and it makes him as breathless now as the first time she looked at him all those years ( Read more... )

There’s something about the way you look at me…

I cannot even describe it but I’ve never felt so loved, so wanted, so alive as I do in that moment when your eyes meet mine and there is nothing else - the world could cease to exist and I wouldn’t have the slightest clue and I wouldn’t even care just as long as you were there ( Read more... )

The smell of gas hung heavily in the air as he walked through the streets, his eyes surveying everything around him as they always did. Tonight would be the night he would show them, tonight he would prove once and for all that he could do it and everyone would know the name of Henry Jekyll ( Read more... )

The click of the door opening made the boy jolt awake. He moaned a little, and yawned, looking down at the book that he was laying on. He ran his fingers through his hair, removing a particularly long strand from off of his face and tucking it behind his ear. He looked behind and grinned widely, his eyes settling on the other man in the room ( Read more... )

What do I want the most ( Read more... )

Pain...

Physical suffering or distress, as due to injury, illness, etc... mental or emotional suffering or torment, I know both because I definitely know pain. You see, one cannot truly know what it's like until you've felt the fire, felt it burn your skin and everything that you touch, you cannot truly know pain until you've tasted it ( Read more... )

( It always rained in London... )