If self isolation was a competition, I'd win that in a heartbeat. At least thats what I thought before entering the last year of college. I had no problem with little to no human interaction. People come and go, and there's no point getting close with someone you know its not gonna intact. Separation is not something I plan on mastering.
That was the reason why I didn't give anyone my socials throughout my first and second year of college. I kept everyone on a surface-level relationship. No one opened the closer door until i let them in.
And there he was, knocking on my door like he belonged, leaving traces like he'd been there.
YOU ARE READING
Of Petals And Thorns
Short StoryHis gifts were lying near the front door i had opened months ago. He found me at the back of the crowd, with his hand behind his back, and those same warm eyes I've stared at before. This is a story that I wish I could rewrite.
