A fragile girl crushed by the human blood of another that was stronger and less emotional. She was never sure how she was going to get back up.
Until the lines of a clover told her to run after that boy she watched walk away in the parking lot lights and the dim shading of the moon.
With hands heavy on each side of her face and eye lids tucked lightly, it all started with the stars dancing and the loud booms of actual fireworks.
In his tongue, he shoved things in her mouth like "Don't be afraid, baby. Just kiss me."
And he breathed in her air like it depended on his life to have it. He held on to it and took it into every valve in his lungs. He needed her to breathe properly.
**save it for when you need it