168 HOURS AFTER
I miss you.
I want to see you.
One hundred and sixty eight hours you hit me up with these lines.
Chapter eleven: How are we spiralling from here.
I am gullible Carter, please do not deceive me with these words you sell for free. These sentences are supposed to be crafted with hands that embroiled love from pockets of their hearts.
Do not cheapen it.
After all I am still a writer, I wove words and stitched them letter by letter to imprint my fragmented memories. Every typewritten ink on these pages are historic manuscripts I sold at the price of my sleepless nights.
Zero two fifty one am.
You keep my moon waning as you slumber into the morning crisp air.
Oh look how these insomniac nights claimed the lives of my yellow petals.
You truly are a catastrophe Carter, summoning waves and commanding them with my love and immersing the sunflower I am into murky waters dousing my light.
One hundred and sixty eight hours later-
answer my question,
you love me
or
love me not
?
YOU ARE READING
Friends with Benefits
Short StoryC A S U A L The only 6 letter word you ever destroyed for me. Down to the very bottom of my heart, you knew what we could be and you knew what my heart bore. Friends with benefits: it never worked out because we end up falling love and falling out...
