i remembered who's face i woke up to.
"i-i..." i couldn't even speak but i heard a sharp intake of breathing.
and in a second, you spoke, fully awake as it seemed.
even though i'd expected you to hang up.
"what happened? are-are you okay?" you asked your voice becoming softer and comforting.
"i- he... we-" and that was when i couldn't get past the lump in my throat.
when i started choking out sobs.
"shit," i heard as a bed creaked and i heard footsteps moving, "just calm down, baby. where are you? i'll come pick you up."
and even though,
you'd br ok en up with me...
you
still
c a r e d.
you
still came
to comfort me.
even though it was 4
in
the
morning.
YOU ARE READING
touched ✓
Short Storystory #2 in the 'for the flawed' series. tw | abuse every night you held me. making me feel disgusting, because you were the s e c o n d to touch me. © 2014 flawed- (lowercase intended for stylistic purposes.) [Jan 16, 2015:: #2 in short story.]
