PLEDGE -A Scene-
Sunshine seems to burn her skin nowadays while darkness appeals more to her. She sits there, painting the hues of a clear, summer sky on her fingers. Her voice hums along with the chaos god's voice and the results of a solidified beauty's fingertips. A best friend, a curious girl, curls against her bare leg, fur a polar opposite to the rough carpet underneath her.
It is here, at peace, listening to what she labels as 'perfection' and imagining, that she feels complete. Another's touch doesn't compare to this.
Her heart soars, and swears that there will be nothing like this ever again. The notes are unique and she finds herself falling deeper in love.
Oh yes, she will never be the same.
A/N: The product of listening to "PLEDGE" on repeat. =3
It is here, at peace, listening to what she labels as 'perfection' and imagining, that she feels complete. Another's touch doesn't compare to this.
Her heart soars, and swears that there will be nothing like this ever again. The notes are unique and she finds herself falling deeper in love.
Oh yes, she will never be the same.
A/N: The product of listening to "PLEDGE" on repeat. =3