58. Unspoken.

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Falling in love is like handing someone a gun pointed at your heart,
And hoping that they never pull the trigger.

And I'm afraid I just pulled it.


Clay sniffles as he holds my arm tightly.

'I'm worried....

That nothing will ever feel like love again,

After you.'

I look at him as he moves my hand away from him and lets me go, turning away. Love. Those words have never been spoken between us. 'Clay.' He doesn't stop until he's in the door opening 'leave if you really plan on doing so.' He says. He disappears into the hallway and I hear his door close softly.

I have to hold back the sob, getting a chocked sound from the back of my throat in return. I close my eyes as the warm tears run down my cheeks. This wasn't supposed to happen. This wasn't supposed to go this way.

I know I never said it, but...
'I love You Clay.'

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