Luke Henry is cursed to live for (aneternity) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-05-25 23:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | *journal, luke henry, max main, wren henry |
max m., wren h.
[locked to max m.]
So, I went to see Jack.
[wren h.]
[Left in an envelope on his side of the bed in the wee hours of the morning.]
[A series of polaroids, all taken within the past couple of weeks, though a few are older. Most are of him, candids where he's smiling or making faces at the camera, where he's lying down, sitting, or in various rooms of the house. Some, though, are of her, clearly taken sneakily when she wasn't aware of it. A few are less innocent, close-ups of bruises and marks left behind by nails on skin.
On each, a message penned in black marker. They range from broad ('I love you', 'I miss you', 'You're beautiful') to more specific ('You smelled like vanilla and cookie dough today', 'I love the way you bite your lip when you smile', 'I'll never get tired of waking up to your face every day'.)
In addition, there's a folded-up piece of paper inside as well, with a single word scribbled on it: Something?]