8 years later
The island is different.
Smaller.
Larger.
Lighter.
But she's darker.
Jett.
She has a band around her finger.
A frown permanently tattooed on her face.
She had a certain curse that's no longer there.
I still miss her.
I want her back.
She's abandoned.
Her family left her.
Tried to fix her with religion.
Only succeeded in making her worse.
Now she's married to a women by the name of Lennie.
She's not happy.
I can see it in her eyes.
We have small talk.
Do you remember, Jett?
The battlefield.
Dr. K.
The supermarket.
She remembers.
I know she does.
She doesn't smile.
'Do you want my number?'
She looks up.
'I don't think I'll be needing it.'
YOU ARE READING
Don't hold your breath
PoetryLeyla is ditsy. Jett is built on pride. Jett and Leyla are in love. Nothing more. .... Collaboration story with @earssilent .... Disclaimer: These are @earssilent and I's characters and storyline. Please do not copy and post other places. Also if y...
