I will bruise your lips, and scar your knees and love You too hard. I will destroy You in the most beautiful way possible.and when I leave, You will finally understand why storms are named after people .
"I like storms." December said softly, looking up past the rain into the sky. "They let me know that even the sky, screams sometimes. And if something as big and vast as the sky screams, then it's alright for me to.