by Ƨнα∂σω Ƙιƨƨ » Sun Sep 05, 2010 5:38 pm
Syth watched her unsteady steps, debating whether to just help her instead of waiting for her to ask for it. He knew most people would drop hints instead of really asking for it. He walked closer and gently put his arm around her waist, supporting some of her weight to get it off her ankle. He looked at her to see what she'd do.


So what if I can't forget you?
I'll burn your name into my throat
I'll be the fire that'll catch you
What's so good about picking up the pieces?
What if I don't even want to