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September 2008

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The only one who's got enough of me to break my heart

How do I give him that without hating myself? Without hurting myself ? Why does he want that? For that matter, why does he want me? He confessed that I was not something he would have tasted, partaken of in days past. So what is it, about me, that appeals to him?

I walk the house, tending to things that are under my hand. Order flowers, see to the menu since peter is having me do that this week. I haven't stepped foot outside to even venture to the baths since I was in the woods. It took a few days to get my hands soft again. I'm afraid to go visit Marcello. I send the adepts with the baskets and have them tell him the house keeps me busy. Not the first time that it does such, just the first that it's not true. I ran away in confusion. I ran away and now I am trying to figure out how to walk back.

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