COLTON P.O.V. for Day 6
She sighs softly shifting in her sleep, and a curl falls over her cheek. I give into the need—the one that is so inherent now thatI’m fucking scared to death of how I’ll be able to lessen it in the coming days—reach out and move it off of her face. I curse my fucking fingers as they tremble from the after effects of what we still hope is just swelling. They stop shaking and so I let them linger, enjoying the feel of her skin against my fingertips.
What the fuck is going on with me? How is it I fought my whole life to not need, to not feel…and now that I do, I’ll gladly take the pain so that she doesn’t have to?
CRASH Dash Task # 6
Take a picture of you with something “Matchbox 20” …either the group or a matchbox and 20 of something