scars align

Jakko lies on the floor, naked. His back can feel the coldness of the cement but he don’t mind. The sun is setting and he watches its light reflect on his windows before touching the skin of his face. Warmth, something that he’s not been able to appreciate but has always been there in his room. This is his favorite time of day now- watching the sun set behind the silhouette of the city, recalling how his day went and looking forward to wake up the next morning because he knows exactly now why he has to.

Sandra sits on the desk just beside his window, covering her body with her small arm, both feet on the table. She watches Jakko on the floor, keeping her gaze on his cuts shaping his lean body. She loves his shoulders. It makes her feel safe from all the bruises she’d get from the past. This is her favorite person now- watching the sun set behind the silhouette of the city, recalling how his day went and looking forward to wake up the next morning because he knows exactly now why he has to.

Sandra pulls Jakko upright. She rests her head on his chest and he wraps her with his arms. As they press their bodies against each other, their scars align.

The skies turn dark but never their hearts again.