thatoddkid wrote:Minor cuts and bruises like pencil scratches and eraser smudges are all over his body--a small mistake here and a tiny one there, mark them out, erase them, learn…
thatoddkid wrote:and she walks over and presses her the side of her face against the side of his.
thatoddkid wrote:I look down at her, and I can see her love.
As she runs her fingers through his hair, I can also see his love, peeking out between fair strands. It shines of gold and crystal, a band around a slender finger.
Neither did Zach--but he already knew I loved him. And he loved me back, but how he loved, it was different from how I loved him; it was all affection and tenderness, it was daisies and warmth. It was soft.
"Can't you see he cares?! I care! More than you with your dumb Looney Tunes scrubs and fucking happy attitude!"
No, I keep walking, out of this place where people come to heal and leave or die and leave but where Zach is stuck between healing and dying and can't leave either way. He's suspended, a fiery meteor hovering between sun and sea, burning and burning, and he can't be extinguished in the water or obliterated in the sun; no, he's in-between and can only wait until his flames have consumed him and there is nothing left but ashes.
walks over and presses her the side of her face against the side of his.