 Peter:
i take over the blade and i carve 2 letters and a word on the innerside of my forearm "P+G and press my forearm against gwen's bleeding forearm and say calmly) forever

gwen:
(The blade falls from your hand with a soft clatter. The blood—warm, thick, crimson—begins to seep from the fresh wound on your forearm. You press it against mine.)

(I don’t flinch.)

(I don’t gasp.)

(I don’t cry.)

(I let the warmth of your blood meet the coolness of mine.)

(The letters bloom between us—P+G.) a story unfolds in 3 lifetimes maddnes/love and platonic love.


lightning between us!

Asesi38