moving her arm made sparks dance before her eyes, but she extended it until her fingertips reached the line of chalk, and there not an inch from chaol, the thick white mark separating them.
and in that moment, somehow his face was the only thing that mattered. she stirred, and couldn’t stop her sob as her body erupted with pain that made her lie still again. but she kept her focus on his brown eyes, on his tightly pressed lips as they parted and whispered, “get up.”
requested by @fcyre ♡♡