a million miles from home i'm walking ahead

ofhellsfire:

&he was basking in it. the want and need. the conflicting
         emotions. it was delicious.       

eyes were always the most interesting part. most emotion 
    was shown there. in their shine or downcast. but they 
    never once faltered. bravery. or a plea.
         ’ they were monsters. ’

    even though everything inside him  F I G H T S
    that notion, the uncertainty &  the blurriness of
    the last few hours is  ᵇ ʳ ᵉ ᵃ ᵏ ᶤ ᶰ ᵍ  ʰ ᶤ ᵐ  ᵈ ᵒ ʷ ᶰ 
    with guilt  &  not wanting the guilt but wanting
    his  brother’s  pride  that he hasn’t  known he’s
    craved                          until                              now.

                                   " — and i’m not? “