by xXReaperIFFXx » Wed Apr 29, 2015 1:51 pm
Jack stood up and walked around the park. She saw a few wolves running around, and while watching them, bumped into Vincent. "Oh, I'm so sorry." She apologized. She knew wolves weren't really here naturally, so she was curious. But she felt bad for running into the stranger

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i don’t know how to tell him that if angels could speak their voice would be the color of his eyes, that if there’s something unholy it’s how much my hands shake when he’s laughing, that the last time i looked at him i forgot how to breathe properly and yes i want to sin when he’s around but he’s the temple of my salvation, the bruised knees, the ache of holiness in a small body. us; bruised hearts, bruised skin, bruised dignity. we crawl back to each other like we forgot the ascent into hell from the last time. every time a bell rings an angel gains their wings, but every time my phone rings and you name lights up on the screen i can feel my chance at redemption slipping further and further away.