let me hold you

____

for a moment, from his seat on the edge of the bed, he watches how her chest falls and rises, listens to her irregular breaths that fill the deafening silence of the room. then, he shifts closer, slides an arm across the bed curling it around the curve of her spine and levels her up till her face is only a breath away from his. threading his fingers through her black hair, he watches her. his eyes keen on the movement of her lips, how they part and quiver with each breath she utters and how she shivers and trembles in his arms. he could feel the goosebumps on her skin. and he can’t help but notice the skin around her eyes are more hollow, tainted with blue and black. sleep never came for her in years. only little naps like this one. and he knows that well, very well in fact (his face mirros hers). he remembers the nightmares that left her throat hoarse for days, katy still in her arms and thinks, how could anyone sleep? (he can’t remember any nights he slept well after the fire expect for that period he had with his parents– and they’re dead)

he dips his head and rests his forehead on hers. and her skin feels ice-cold under touch like always (to him). calming. familiar in this world that changed so much that he can’t recognize anything or anyone, anymore.

and sinking further into the bed, wraping his arms tigher around her, he joins her. diving into the nightmares. into death.

(it’s not love that binds them together, but the distorted shadows, the demons that captured their souls. the nightmares that leave them vunerable, bare with only a memory left to explore- katy)