It's been months and have a thing that makes no sense because feelings.
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1. He runs his fingers over the spines of books, as if this will tell him anything more than long titles and longer names. He is picky about these sorts of things in the same way that a child is about the contents of her dinner plate.
2. Her body has been poisoned exhaustively by hatred, pooling in her lungs and dripping off her eyelashes. She is regarded by experts as a toxic individual with the capability to cause significant harm to others.
3. Most of his flaws are endearing: the inherited weakness in his vision, how he makes strange comparisons to express his feelings, his reclusive paranoia when it comes to insignificant details.
4. Fingertips and bright lights are a poor substitute for therapy. She self-medicates because no one has the time for her. He begs her to quit.
5. There are jars of beetles and butterflies on his desk at work. They put their legs up to the glass and scream every time she walks past.
6. She fills her ears with sad singer-songwriters who hold long notes and make violins cry for him.
7. His history of violence silently terrifies her.
8. The padding over her body is wearing out from the inside. His mouth is full of gauze and blood.
9. He deludes himself into jumping.
10. Her arms have shattered.
