When she looks at him she doesn’t know what to feel.
She looks at him and sees a future;
A future where they laugh and dance,
A future where they sit beneath the stars and talk about their mutual hatred for odd numbers,
A future where she doesn’t feel like she needs to pierce her skin to let the demons out because the demons have packed their bags and left on their own.
But she also sees just another boy;
Just another boy who whispers sweet nothings into her ear which she thought were sweet somethings,
Just another boy who’ll throw her back to the hounds after he’s done petting her because she doesn’t want to play by his rules,
Just another boy who will pick her up and then after realising his mistake, will drop her thousands of feet smashing on the hard concrete pavement.
When she looks at him she doesn’t know what to do.