history, like love

ao3feed-whouffaldi: read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2hUxLlV by explosivesky There are planets orbiting her eyes and her mouth tastes like the ocean; in her head she hears a shatter, like her soul has pried her ribs apart in a desperate, aching attempt to reach his. “If I could have picked anybody,” he murmurs, “it …