And the words flew off the page like butterflies, flitting into her soul and swirling in her stomach. But she had never seen a butterfly before. through that book. did life become infinitely more beautiful.
Maybe when they first hung out (story about girl who loves boy but never tells him, creates reasons she loves him in mid, he tries to commit suicide, she saves him and tells him all the reasons in hospital.
something about how his gaze is filled with lust, love, hate and repulsion yet his face is also an emotionless mask. I know I have upset him but I had to get out, who would stay? I stare back, awaiting whatever was to come.