"It's just . . . " I tried, looking more foolish than I thought. "Something is stressing me out, is all."
And right then I can sense the tickles in my toes, the blood racing in my vessels, and the fireworks bursting in front of my eyes,
because you reached out an arm over my shoulders, and some patch of skin on my neck made contact and I was silently wishing you wouldn't perceive the fact that the hairs on my back are already standing up.
"Well, whatever it is, I'm here for you, dude. It doesn't mean you have a bad day, you'll be bad to me too."
But I was, Neil. I was bad to you. Yet you never knew that until what we didn't expect to happen, had happened.
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Dalliance: Part II
Short StoryThis is not another heartbreak. This is not me crying over a guy who shattered me apart. This is me crying over a guy who I shattered myself. This is me crying over regrets, undecided choices, and the most nonsensical reasons for being apart from hi...
