"I’m losing control here." @werehause
she hears the words, never misses a syllable, but how they land makes that pit of grief wring a little tighter in her chest. a kind of breaking in it. not loud, not dramatic, just tired of holding up the world. she'd always found jason to be a little reckless, burning hot and full of life, running towards trouble with his whole heart. but this felt different, like the hidden lamentations of someone who didn't know how to carry their own weight anymore. she knew that feeling. lived inside the endless spiral of it every single day. gloria closed the space between them and placed her hand over his chest. the old bits of string braided together, adorning her wrist, had seen too much of the world with her. a palm that dances up and cradles his jaw, holding his gaze. and fuck — she can't help it when she looks at him. finding fragments of the same wide-eyed boy who used to meet her by the swamp beds at dusk. she still had a collection of skipping stones and gator teeth tucked in a box of memories beneath her bed, and she thinks about showing him. wonders if it might do good to steady the brewing storm she could feel beneath the beat of his heart. to know how much it stuck to her soul, tiny glimpses of a simple slice of something heavenly before she walked through hell.
❛ hey, look at me. ❜ it's a gentle husk, but no less commanding. ❛ talk to me, jason. i'll help you figure it out, whatever it is. ❜