VaultScout

She feels the distance.  You can see it writhing beneath her skin.  Her blood pleads for you... She wants to stop dreaming, and cry from the sheer dissapointment of everything she cannot control. Just whine, holler, fuss and kick at the air because this is not how it was suppose to go. Your everything is now apart of her. It's been woven into her hair, engraved into her skin and embedded into her mind like a song she can't quite distinguish. She wants a break from this catastrophe.  She wants to be hit.  Hard, between those eyes that leak so much at night.  Those eyes that can fake happiness on the account of everyone else.  Show her thos