( What a vicious cycle. )

( She could be telling you the sky was falling and you wouldn’t give a shit because of that voice )

You’re staring again.

And she’s staring back at you with those eyes, those goddamned eyes of hers; cerulean pools you’d so easily drown in if given the opportunity. Talk isn’t necessary; she doesn’t have to utter a single word because she says it all in the way she’s looking at you.

But she does make a sound. Quite a few actually and you panic, “for ( Read more... )