Raz
Bluelighter
His dreams all have razor-sharp edges and he doesn't know how to dull them. He doesn't know how to survive, he only knows how to live.
He throws himself from one challenge to the next, and a grimace looks like a smile, but she knows better. She knows him better.
She'd ask him to slow down, but it'd be like asking a shark to stop swimming. He moves faster than sound to leave his tears behind him and if those tears ever caught up he'd drown in an ocean of salt and regret and hurt. He knows. She knows.
So she stands by and watches while he throws himself off another ledge, and she knows as well as he does that one day it's going to be too high. Too far. Too much.
One day the crowd won't be there to catch him.
One day she will.
She only hopes he lasts that long.
He throws himself from one challenge to the next, and a grimace looks like a smile, but she knows better. She knows him better.
She'd ask him to slow down, but it'd be like asking a shark to stop swimming. He moves faster than sound to leave his tears behind him and if those tears ever caught up he'd drown in an ocean of salt and regret and hurt. He knows. She knows.
So she stands by and watches while he throws himself off another ledge, and she knows as well as he does that one day it's going to be too high. Too far. Too much.
One day the crowd won't be there to catch him.
One day she will.
She only hopes he lasts that long.
