she was the girl who never put her body on display.
her hair was always put in a loose braid
her lips sealed shut with a pained smile every once and awhile
he was the guy who laughed loudly at the front of the class after a hard night
his hair fell perfectly on his sculpted face.
his humour being rude and sarcastic.
baseball was his life
now, darling, this is no love story.
you'd expect them to be polar opposites.
but the fresh cuts on both their wrists forbid me to assume that.
for they were best friends
he made her feel safe
she made him feel seen
they understood each other
they understood how the pain makes everything all better
it’s one of the most tragic fairytales of all