Faye:
The window's still open from my earlier cigarette, the cool night breeze raising goosebumps on my exposed skin.
I'm getting that feeling again, that addictive feeling. The one I'm so used to by now.
I glance to my bedside table, the middle drawer, visualise what's hidden at the back of it under my socks. Not that I would need to hide it anyways. Gia wouldn't go through my stuff.
My skin itches.
I keep staring at the drawer, still deciding whether I should give in or not, especially so soon after the last time.
I give in.
As I go to move off my bed to open that middle drawer, something stops me. I tear myself and my eyes away from the bedside table.
No, not tonight. Not today, when it has been a Good Day. I can't ruin that.
I go straight to sleep instead.
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First Light
Romance"I love you. I feel as though we were never strangers, you and I, not even for a moment." - Friedrich Nietzsche, from a letter to Mathilde Trampedach c. April 1876 Have you ever felt a weird sense of familiarity with someone you just met? As if you...
