don't make me whisper your name.
the carnage unfolds underneath my bare hands
your life like origami between my fingers
i never wished to choose between your life
and mine; never wished to drink from
this bitter cup;
never wished for you to end up like me:
broken, twisted, gasping for air;
except here, face to face
i can see you-
you can't see me.
Author's Chapter Notes:
in some twisted corner of my imagination, kellerman actually quite likes sara. uhm. she can see him literally, just not see him.