I make fun of her and all, but I think if I had a girl who terrorised me as a kid, brought out the worst in me, and still loved me, and then she lost all her memories and love someone like me, but just a nicer version, I’d tweak out.
gay people open at ur own risk
and then heres some writing
Phoebe egging mia on to get her more mad, knowing her own body condition and how fragile she is, smile so bright when mia hit her
Busted lips, knuckle bruised
And she was just laughing
“You’re so angry, you must really care.”
Mia’s trembles, head pounding, panting. Never hit someone before, never lost control like this. And phoebe just look up at her, eyes half lidded, mouth bleeding, smiling.
And then the realisation hit Mia
“You like this,” She whispered “you like that I broke.”
And phoebe nodded, not cruel nor proud, just honest
“You were beautiful.” And that was it
Mia backed away, shaking, disgusted with herself. Horrified of her own reckless action.
This isn’t how love was supposed to feel
She was supposed to love good people, people who smiled, held her hand and helped her study, who told her she was amazing
She didn’t want them
She wanted the girl who bled and laughed. The girl that saw the ugliest parts of her and called it beautiful.
“I’m going to ruined you.” Mia whispered
“You can try.” Phoebe replied
