And there we were, lying carelessly on the lawn of my house. My Aunt Pepper half asleep in her bedroom, listening to us. I wore a sweater around my nightgown and you were in your pyjamas, with sheeps floating on every edge of your pants.
We stare at the evening sky, hands folded behind our heads.
"Tell me a story," I said.
And I didn't say that because I'm bored. I didn't say that because I just want to be entertained.
I just need to hear your voice before everything can be a blur.
YOU ARE READING
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...
