anastasia de avila, district one | [fin./cb]

A girl spends eighteen years in a house of marble, and eventually she fades into the walls — the fractures on the stone make their way to her skin, and she kisses her broken wrists with painted lips. She holds it out to a boy across the way, and his fingertips tremble over the stained red. "I can fix you," he whispers, but she laughs in response.

"You can't do that."
"Why not?"
"Because I'd lose myself."

He's confused, but she doesn't expect him to understand. The only way to save a dying star is to kill it, and she's not done yet — her hand is wrapped around a gun, but she can't find the trigger, and though she snorts crystal death each day without a care, she wipes the blood away from her nose with a, "I'm fine — it's okay; I'm still alive." He reaches a hand into her black chest, and with a selfish snarl, she hides her inner galaxies under a cloak of night.

"Stop. Before you get hurt."
"I'm not afraid."
"Never said you were."

He begs her to remember the day they met, and she closes her eyes and turns away — he doesn't know that the entirety of him is etched safely under her eyelids, to be loved in the dark, and she's okay with that; because he shouldn't know.

He shouldn't know that the only reason she can't wreck herself is because he's the only one who holds that power.

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Claiming one of two CBs from Ratmas. Thank you!
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