Aphmau
I was with him again. It felt so right. His body was pushed back slightly and his hair glowed in the sun. His eyes looked extra bright today. We talk.
For hours, we just talk.
About ourselves. About our lives.
About our pains.
And I realized something that I hadn't before.
Something I don't think most people learn about others.
He was broken.
His words were empty and hollow, like he was talking with no purpose. But Irene, that was far from the truth. He spoke with such noble and wise words, it was impossible not to be interested.
I wanted Zane. It was so simple to me. The longing I felt to be in his was unexplainable.
The only way I could explain it was love.
I loved Zane.
Because he was the type of boy that made my cheeks flush and my eyes twinkle.
Because he made a moment with him...made years of pain wash away.

Zane
She spoke with grace. Like she knew that everything was always going to be okay.
It made me feel so clumsy holding her hand as she cried about her father and mother.
I felt I would break her small hand.
When I sit next to her, I wanted to do such violent, vivid things.
But at the same time, I know...
I know I'll destroy myself...
Because I am destruction.
That's what I was made for.
I hurt the woman I once loved.

It just proves my point.