she was a fierce girl:
her wild, red hair stood out among the rest
her hazel eyes sparkled despite the angsts.
she worked hard, refusing to sell herself,
even if his deadline was nearing.
(she promised him.)
her hope and naivety were smashed into pieces
as she slowly ran out of time.
(his time.)
without his knowledge,
she degraded herself.
("As long as it's for you, this pain doesn't hurt me.")
her health deteriorated
as his became better.
curled up in a corner, naked and bare,
she counted the money she earned.
and smiled.
he was a plain boy:
his brown hair wouldn't stay flat
his blue eyes, dull.
he thought of others before of himself
and that's why she fell in love.
(it was the same for him too.)
he collapsed one day,
pain spreading on his chest.
(he knew that that was it.)
he tried denying her support,
but her earnest eyes refused to let him.
("Laughing with you by my side—I'll be fine with just this.")
he slowly became better,
and he planned all sorts of trips for the both of them.
they'd go have a romantic dinner by the beach in summer,
they'd spend new year's cuddled up together, hot chocolate warming them up.
after his surgery, he searched for her—his heart, filled with gratitude
he never found her again.
the scar on his chest would never fade.
and this is how their story ends.
