Cuffed By Love
Shayla HArtthe cage of loveframed into one bed and fell in lovecrazy trouble with lovecrazy with love
“As we die, both you and I. With my head in my hands, I sit and cry,”
When Mira opens her eyes, she looks up at me while she sings the next verse; her eyes glisten with unshed tears, “You and me, I can see us dying, aren’t we?” Her voice quivers ever so slightly while she fights back her emotions. I fist my hands at my side, my jaw clenched tight while I hold her gaze. “Don’t speak. I know what you’re thinking. I don’t need your reasons, don’t tell me cause it hurts.” Finally, she finishes and releases a slow quivering breath as she lowers her gaze to her trembling fingers still resting on the piano.