He detested how even in anger originated by heartbreak that his thoughts kept invested into her; the memory of her ivory skin slipping beyond his palms and exiting the tips of his fingers as he would come to appreciate her physique as well as the wide pull of her cheeks lifting in victory balanced somewhere between a smile and a c**k of her jaw when she would leave his speechless or rile him to begin with. But in these moments of saccharine remembrance, too came those more painful than cathartic. These would consist of the way she would defend him the night before; setting her life before his own, only to then abandon him as if his attempts at vulnerability, kindness, and devotion were now fallen dead to the ground in comparison to the wilted leaves of his mother’s precious roses. His fing
