

Healing"Why am I so empty?" she whispers when she feels him near. "You're not empty, sweetling. Quite the opposite, actually." "What do you mean?" She feels his weight shift the mattress slightly as he sits down. Then he takes a breath. "You're over burdened. It's making you numb."Healing
"I'm not numb. I wouldn't be afraid if I was numb." she argues fiercely, though her eyes remain quiet and distant. Glass panes locking back a soul. He chuckles quietly - a musical sound - and runs a hand through her hair.
"No, no. You're healing, little one. You're healing and ripping yourself apart at the seams." &n
| Hello Deviants! I'm Alexis, better known as Princess Dark. If you hadn't noticed, I'm very much into the meloncholy and darker side of everything. But that doesn't necessarily mean that I'm just some depressed girl walking around. No. I'm not. But I DO enjoy gloomy things. I have brown curly hair, brown eyes, and YES, I do wear dark clothes and all that. But really, things like that don't matter. I'm not about cliques or labels. In fact, I'm against it |
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