Night one without you, the pain was so raw -- a million short breaths, shallow breathing through a straw.
Tonight, you weren’t fine, and I felt your pain. Tell me. Don’t tell. I’ll just stay in my lane. We keep hurting each other. Our unintentional flow. The truth cuts so deep, and we go blow for blow.
“What the fuck was that?” Felicity asked, her doe-brown eyes growing wide with fear. The soft light from the campfire illuminated her terrified face. “You know I’m scared of bears. I think we should go back to the cabin. This BDSM camping was never a good idea for me!”
Had I known it was gonna end that night... I would have held you closer, looked directly into your beautiful blue eyes and memorized their hue.
Hi friends! I wanted to share a quick description of the short story I'm working on, Passion’s Curse. Please let me know what you think!