We sat on the park bench. A few centimetres apart, our hands in our lap. We must have looked like a figit couple. He didn't look at me but I gave him a side glance and saw his mouth open then shut tightly.
"What is it?" I ask. He shook his head. Furrowing my eyebrows I turned my body and started at him sternly. "What is up?" He cocked his head to the side and rolled it around until he saw me. He did that all the time. It used to make me laugh, but not now. Not when he is hiding something. He shrugged and looked ahead at the lake. I looked around. The trees we used to climb and tried and push each other off. I remember the first time I fell and Dom caught we before I fell in the lake with my new dress on. I saw the tree house on the other side of the lake. I saw the murky lake water filler with pollution and broken branches from trees. I looked at him. Tears in his eyes, he tried to hide them with his black haired side fringe. But I could see through his hair to his teary eyes, fuck, I could see through his chest to his hurting, cracked heart. I grabbed his hand and squeezed it. He went to pull away but I grabbed it tighter and gave him a stern side glance.
"Mum and dad are fighting." Is all he said then go up from the bench and walked away.
I remember that bench.
It was the last place to spoke to Dom face to face.
I was the last place my Dad played guitar and sang to me.
Wow.
That bench.
Needs.
A.
Kick.
In.
The.
Ass.
It's.
Fucking.
Up.
My.
Life.
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Into your veins
Разное"I'm a disease." He whispered into her neck, "don't let me into your veins, pretty girl." But she never listened. "I'm a sinking ship." She whispered on his lips, "don't let me bring you down." But he never listened. "I need you inside my veins" s...
