die.
About me:
________He was just a little bit messy.
A little bit ruined. A beautiful disaster.
I watched as he played his violin in the dark. The room steeping with melancholy at the touch of his sombrous strings. I wanted to vanquish his sorrow, take his lips under mine and forgive everything.
His voice brought back memories of dark rooms and broken bones. Some people are just born with tragedy in their blood.
Two broken souls scarred with the wounds from their demons, playing a dangerous game of trust and love.
How terrible it is to love something that death can touch.