Zach feels like he’s floating. His eyes are squeezed tight while he kisses you, your lipstick smearing against his skin— that dark, dark red he loves.

His room doesn’t feel as lonely anymore when he’s with you.

He thinks you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. He loves your laugh, your eyes, your chipped nails you always make him paint for you.

It’s all he wants to know; your gothic flavor, how he craves it.