It seeped out, dripping onto her skin everytime she said something wrong.
He stopped seeing her after a while and began seeing all his mistakes and fears and dreams that were tied down too loosely and slipped out of his fingers like fog.
He stopped seeing the girl that he was in love with, let that memory break like a favorite piece of good china, no matter how much super-glue you use, the cracks will still be there.
She hid in the briar bush, waiting for him to hibernate for Summer.
It's a shame that in his world, Winter never ends.
Pain was hidden in the palms of his hands. It seeped out, dripping onto her skin every time she said something wrong. Novas exploded in her head whenever he started {____} started what?, but she took herself to another place where his hands could not curl into fists and his words weren't jagged. Great description here!She allowed herself to disassociate, to become someone else for a while, until the novas burned themselves out and nothing but embers were left. Sometimes, afterwards, she would trace flowers with her fingertips onto her stained skin, letting the roses bloom after the bruises did. This doesn't make much sense to me. Elaboration? Definitely.
He raised his hand and she flinchedback"back" is unnecessary; when you flinch, you flinch backwards, already bowing her head, already taking the blame. His fist knocked out a porcelain tooth and she tasted metal in her mouth Great job there. She didn't even remember what she had done; maybe he hadn't liked the way dinner was arranged on the table or the coffee was too sweet. It didn't matter though, those were just excuses. She had her excuses too, pulled them out of a magician's hat whenever that little rational voice in her head opened her could this possibly be "it's" big mouth, not her big mouth?big mouth. Why are you with him? Why don't you leave? Fear seizes up in her at the thought of leaving and she spits back lies, He doesn't mean it. He promised it wouldn't happen again. He loves me. She is Alice in Winterland, tumbling down the rabbit hole, losing bits and pieces of herself on the way down. Ooh! Nice!
He stopped seeing her after a while and began seeing all his mistakes and fears and dreams that were tied down too loosely and slipped out of his fingers like fog. Awesome metaphors here! He stopped seeing the girl that he was in love with, let that memory break like a favorite piece of good china; no matter how much super-glue you use, the cracks will still be there. Good job relating big struggles to everyday matters!
He was a fire-breathing dragon, blind with rage and she, a peasant girl lost in the forest. She hid in the briar bush, waiting for him to hibernate for Summer seasons shouldn't be capitalized. It's a shame that in his world, Winter This time, I think it looks better to capitalize Winter, although it normally wouldn't be that way. never ends.
He stopped seeing her after a while and began seeing all his mistakes and fears and dreams that were tied down too loosely and slipped out of his fingers like fog. He stopped seeing the girl that he was in love with, let that memory break like a favorite piece of good china; no matter how much super-glue you use, the cracks will still be there.
He raised his hand and she flinched back, already bowing her head, already taking the blame.
She didn’t even remember what she had done; maybe he hadn’t liked the way dinner was arranged on the table or the coffee was too sweet.