sweetest-surrender

Hey baby Are you excited to see me Did you miss me After all of this time Girl I can't express these feelings You've got my mind reeling You're looking so fine Could you Even be any more beautiful Be any more wonderful I don't think so You were The only one on my mind To you I'll dedicate my time To you I'll show Baby How much I need you How much I'm not, without you I love you

"You have a stone in your heart," That rouses me somewhat. I look up from my book and out the window at the gray fog that's settled over everything like wet cotton. I imagine breathing it, letting it fill my lungs with gray. All at once, the room is suffocating and I push the window open and the cool air tumbles in and ruffles the pages of my book so that I lose my place. The spell of the story unravels and some part of me aches to know that the sort of love that exists in the storybooks is never true. She loves the lines of him. Her. "Are you listening?" "… Yes," I say without much conviction. Rainwater pools on the windowsill.

It's a rough hand at my shoulder and I'm being dragged, thrown really, out the front door.   Right away I recognize her pet.  The cloth over his mouth moves, but the blast was too close and I shake my head, pointing to my ear.  He understands.  He grips my arm with a hand of ice, firm and clinical, doing his job as ordered; and drags me to the side of the establishment with an urgency that has little to do with my preservation.  I can't hide my amusement at that fact, dire as our situation may be.  Abruptly I am thrown, shoved too hard into the shadows and against the wall, my verte