Oh! sorry if I woke you she says upon discovery of the slumbering silver psyche yaaaawn ...hey... what's a pretty little thing like you doing way down here? I have a hole a hole? a hole may I see? right here she points to her chest doesn't that hurt? a little come here let me look at you she tiptoes towards him tacitly darling, you're bleeding! yeah, it's been doing that for a while now all of my clothes are ruined he reviews her jagged curves oh I thought you were dressed in red you wear it too well glassy drops drip over her painted body weaving glossy trails of existence mingling with the sticky diluted color warm and painted wet who did this to you? I did she shuffles her feet eyes fall to the floor dearest, who did this to you? he moistens a cloud white cloth as he directs her to the washroom I did why would you do such a thing to yourself? he begins drawing an ivory bath with water so clear and sparkling I wanted to see see what? if I could feel she scratches a fingernail into her arm revealing a sliver of her milky ghost do you mind? he extends his arm mildly enveloping her dripping hand in his a last wave of emotion rolls over her while she steps gingerly into the tub let's see what we can do he smiles with his eyes winking them into hers why are you helping me? because I can is that alright? I don't want to be a burden... sweetheart, you're only a burden to yourself his words sting with burning honesty she withdraws into herself close your eyes I'll take care of you she pulls away abruptly panic flooding her perception how can I trust you? here he removes each piece of clothing laying them in a gentle heap at his feet is that better? he winces as she examines his naked form suddenly shy in his voluntary exposure he turns his head in shame I have a hole too, you know you wear it well did you mend it yourself? yes many times I have to sew it every day with a little bone needle and heart strings come here let me look at you he enters the bathtub and stands facing her in unison they slip down into the water sitting with torsos and arms above legs intertwining below do you mind? she begins to pluck at the strings working them out of his skin tenderly tugging out his past passionately pulling out his memories who did this to you? I did she finishes extracting the threads and leans back in confusion I know he smooths the cotton cloth around her tattered tear streaking out a sterling snowstorm dying the warm liquid a swirling scarlet he warily washes off her past carefully cleanses off her memories I want to give you something you can do with it what you want she watches closely as he digs his fingers into his chest leaving the **** gaping fear invades her taciturnity how can you trust me? he nudges open her drooling cavern and sets his heart in her cage you found me he snatches a clean heart string snaps off a new splintered bone you saw me she grips the marble sides now pink with their leaking ichor you felt me he threads the imperfect ivory needle and presses it lightly into her skin you heard me he stitches her closed sealing it with a kiss but I've nothing for you... my heart has gone missing! no it hasn't she furrows her brow new tears pure tears escaping you gave it to me already he dips her fingers into him when you woke me