It burns...
*[Fernando Torres/Sergio Ramos]*
084. He.
your back burns from the heat of the sand. your throat burns from the salt in the air. your eyes burn from the light of the sun. the man holding you looks down at you; now your eyes burn from the light of his smile.
"told you i could catch you"
"i let you catch me" you say, a little out of breath. he snorts at your reply, and eases the grip on your shoulders. you push yourself up on your elbows, and look at him. really look at him. for a moment you can forget that he cheated on you, forget that he lied... all you can think about is the burn in your heart.
*
084. He.
your back burns from the heat of the sand. your throat burns from the salt in the air. your eyes burn from the light of the sun. the man holding you looks down at you; now your eyes burn from the light of his smile.
"told you i could catch you"
"i let you catch me" you say, a little out of breath. he snorts at your reply, and eases the grip on your shoulders. you push yourself up on your elbows, and look at him. really look at him. for a moment you can forget that he cheated on you, forget that he lied... all you can think about is the burn in your heart.
*