We were a perfect match.
We wore our finest clothes and tiny roses so we could spot each other. Your hair was golden wheat, your eyes the ocean, and your touch was soft as clouds. I don’t even have a metaphor for your breasts, but they were great too.
You bit my lip; told me I was special. I believed you right up until the darkness came.
Now I’m alone in this shitty hotel bathtub full of ice, my back hurts, and I assume I'm down a kidney.
I'm pretty mad at you, but I believe in second chances.
About the Creator
Grant Williams
A village idiot who has managed to string enough words together to write a story or two. I'm a Kansas native who has more hobbies than sense. I've always had a pull toward urban fantasy, but I like to step out of my box and try new things.
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