by Ƨнα∂σω Ƙιƨƨ » Fri Dec 03, 2010 2:40 pm
Ven clutched her sides as she rolled onto her side, facing him, and took a deep breath before she opened her eyes to look at him. "Damn," she mumbled, "too much muscle on you," she muttered, giving a weak smile. "I think my ribs are just a bit bruised, I'm okay," she sighed.


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