beauty , he found himself agreeing , but under different circumstances. the shackles of her pulled , and he risked the pain of metal upon his skin. “ 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 , ” the stinging of his fingers brushed against the skin of ␥
“ 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 , ” he urged between urgent breaths. “ break me from jail any time you want. i will never reject a chance to escape the shackles. ” his eyes reverted back to the sky for single moments only to return to ␥
another. instead , between the touch of his lips , he gave her the only thing he knew how. “ thank you , no one has ever ... this is beautiful. you're beautiful. thank you for this. ”
lost in a lifetime together. the truth was , he had cared for her far too much that the feeling of losing her was the worst thing he could imagine. cregan had already lost so many people he loved ; he was not ready to sacrifice ␥
for the first time in a long time , there were no words to leave his mouth. anything that could have been stated would have somehow felt unworthy; a dipping of pen into an ink that did not deserve the paper before it. from the ␥