Do you remember that night I turned up on your doorstep? I was wearing my Sunday best. You watched the mascara as it ran down like fault lines, and you knew there was blood on my lips.
Im tired of running, I said.
And the earth shook a little.
So am I, you replied.
As it shook a little more.
I do not want anyone else, I whispered.
And i felt myself crumble.
You held out your arms and I was cracked porcelain. We looked at each other as we stood at the precipice. And i knew once I fell, I'd never stop falling. And everything before you would be time to kill. You said you were scared but you couldn't ignore it.