The door slams open..her eyes are bloodshot with crystals that keep making streaks across her face.

She can’t hear the sounds..she doesn’t want to..maybe feeling pain is better than feeling nothing at all….

He barges through the door, she doesn’t even look his way…

He runs to her and wraps his arms around her, the deeper she cuts, the deeper he hurts…..

The shroud of black that obscured her eyes starts to diffuse….

She feels the warmth of his breath as he leans down on her.

He picks her up and places her arm around his neck…she barely weighs a thing.

His phone starts vibrating in his pocket and he supports her diminishing soul with one arm, He looks at the caller ID and quickly presses send. His fingertips are sweaty with the constant panicky atmosphere that is like a thin film thats glued to the surface of their existance…...

He puts his phone to his ear and breathes heavily..
“Hello?” His voice flows with melody..
She glances at him..his big turquoise eyes..