All the fog from intimacy has cleared away.
He picked her heart piece by piece masking her curiosity with sweet whisperings, painting a future for him and for her.
Now she has found countless uses for a brick.
Because she is convinced that Shawn Mendes wrote that song for her.
Because no one has ever left her this sore.
She had reached into her body searching for a heart that was blocked.
She fought each stubborn rib as they formed a cage warning that she might not survive this one, but she dodged them and gripped her heart by the core.
She traded hers for his and they both kept blood running to the others to keep them alive.
Beautiful were their lives. Full of fears, but also wonderful wonders.
Everything is perfect when someone keeps you alive for you and you pay them back by keeping them alive.
Everything is perfect when you are vulnerable as long as they keep you protected.
And you provide their protection in return.
But.
He let his blood supply to hers run dry.
He watched as she slowly bled out.
Very slowly, drip by drip.
He watched her bleed until she couldn't breathe and right before she was done for he would provide some more. Just a small amount, but it was enough to keep her going.
Kept her down, in need of him for survival because, "I can't live without you."
She now has stopped her blood supply to his and is trying to take hers back.
But she hesitates because maybe, just maybe, he'll start pumping blood to her again.
But all that hesitation does is provide a hope for a hopeless wonder.
Why.
Why did you cut off your blood supply to me?
Why.
Letting me bleed out is understandable, but why did you stick around to watch?
I have now found countless uses for a brick.
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