Lines 033
among the leaves
Midnight at Land’s End
She leaned against the door frame, her shirt hanging loosely, soaked and stained. The remnants of her eyeliner trailed down her cheeks.
“What happened to-” he said, pausing as he saw her gaze up with eyes quiet and lost.
Her head sagged and she found herself in his embrace.
“Please,” she whispered, “break my fall.”
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