❛ What more do you want me to do? ❜
the damning thing is that helo sees far too much of himself within her, knowing that the self destructive side of her that warns her that she is wreckage undone, is what's making her push everyone away and keep them at arm's length. there's a certain pride that swells within his chest whenever he is reminded that she never pushed him away; but he can't stand to see her isolate herself to nothingness. the cold touch of loneliness is unforgiving, and he would be damned if he lets peyton know the feeling of that pain intimately. there's a sigh that bites helo's throat, and he looks away as he fights against the turmoil that pollutes his veins, deciding inwardly if he wants to say what he feels, or if he should bite his tongue, and let her do what she wants. but his body recoils at the thought, and finally, it rips from him. "i saw jackson and the shiner you gave him."
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❛ Do you think it’ll always be like this? Us — on the edge, but never really trying? ❜
does she know of the way that his heart yearns for her? eating itself whole in order to feast off of the wanton desire to have her, not just intimately, but to feel the warm press of her skin against his own, to know her all the way down to her bones? does she know of the way that his taut muscles instantly relaxes whenever she is within his orbit; she is the soothing balm to his closed wounds, healing him from the inside out, healing what cannot be easily seen, but rooted to who he is. he brushes his calloused hand along her cheek, moving the curtains of her blonde tresses away from her features so that nothing can obstruct his view of her. of the way that she looks whenever he offers her skin a kind touch, at the flutter of her eyes, at the sigh that kisses her lips; their bodies sing for each other in ways that they never have for others. it's a yearning that only they know the language of, but far too scared to learn more of. "what if that's all what we're destined for?"
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