THE M͟E͟D͟I͟C͟

my entire life feels like running after something that keeps moving away into the distance, while i stay in the same place.

Her mouth suddenly went dry, not being able to form a coherent sentence beyond a tense, "Uh-huh." Then shrugging it off, she gives him a pat to the shoulder. "I'll take your word for it."

"Then does it really count if I can't see it? If that's the rules we're playing by, I'm wearing green too." She says with a scoff, folding her arms.

he’s not able to hide away the busted lip, not when he has to talk with the reader

ᅠ currently in midwilshire. please ignore her and no one tell her ex-wife ᅠ

ᅠ finally feeling like spring again.. ᅠ

you will always be in my heart, in my mind, and in your grave.

ᅠ she did not* drop off the face of the earth. she moved. while yes, she could have called. he could have too. he should have called. ᅠ

give me your hand . ⠀⠀⠀⠀i'll stain you . i'll take it .

(He knows far more about her history than she'd like, and she doesn't know how she'll ever repay him for his kindness. Still, her fears exist in her like thorns on her heart. They won't go away so easily. A double? Sheesh. She's off today, and grateful for it.)

ᅠ they’ve needed to talk since mom passed. they’ve needed to talk for three years . three years have passed parker . why now? ᅠ