she hung there. limp. broken. beaten. because i was too weak. i was too late. i wish i was there to save you. we could've enjoyed your magnificent blue velvet cakes as the sun blazed on the tangerine-painted horizon. we could've basked in the cool of nightfall, holding hands like the perfect couple we were meant to be, counting the stars like they were the years we would enjoy together. we could've danced for hours upon hours on end, our laughter pealing across the room like we were flying through the navy sky on your perfect night. you were perfect for me. but it was me who had failed you. i'm so sorry, my love...
for those who wanna know how the hell i got second for just a script
