she lifted her head to meet his hardened gaze and noticed his sneakers dig deeper into the sand. his fingers curled tightly over the edge of the bench; his breathing was shallow and uneven. she decided to rest her hand at the back of his spine as a sign of what hopefully seemed like reassurance.
"you must be disgusted," he laughed bitterly and gazed up at the sky, letting his vulnerabilities show. he had unruly wind-blown hair, red swollen eyes, and trembling white fingers that held on to things too tight.
"they tell me it's wrong. they say it's a phase but what i feel is honest and true and i'm not sorry for saying that."
YOU ARE READING
The Other Side Of The Moon
Short Story❝ hey moon please forget to fall down ❞ ⦅ will scrap soon ⦆
