Freezing Bonds that Tie our Hearts

“Fuck being friends, Nova,” he bit my lip, “I don’t wanna be your fucking friend.”
“What do you wanna be then?”
“Yours. I want to be yours.”

“You’re helping right now. Having you around makes me forget. You take the anger away.”
How ironic was it that I took his anger away while he made me feel like, maybe, it was okay to feel mine.

Her scent had been intoxicating me for the last few hours and I already was looking forward to going to sleep tonight because I knew it would linger on my sheets.
Fuck, that sounded less creepy in my head.

She liked to joke around with us but to the rest of the world she was a man-hater through and through. She didn’t talk to them, didn’t look at them and if they came up to her, she’d glare until they left.

“Girl, you’re out here trying to tell us how to survive a zombie apocalypse thinking we’d want to survive in the first place. I’d just sit the fuck down and wait until they come and eat me.”

For some reason, his soul called to mine.