"See Evan,
I knew you'd come around!"
Tatianna says in a tone
that makes me feel guilty.
Some would say
I was completely selfish
for throwing away the foundation
I built with Lydia,
all for meaningless sex
with the devil.
"Evan, hello?
Stop sulking about Lydia.
If it wasn't for me,
she wouldn't have met you;
Then again,
if it wasn't for her,
we wouldn't have gotten here."
Wait a minute.
What was she talking about?
The first time I met Lydia
was at the museum.
Just like that,
it hit me.
How did I not know it was her?
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Aesthetic
Short StoryEvan is not sure if its the art or her that takes his breath away. Highest Rank: #135 in Poetry; #604 in Short Story
