Random (A Collection of One Shot Stories and Poems.)

Bad for Both

"I think you're bad for me." I told her, when our high finally died down and our breathing had calmed into singular breaths.

She gave me that look.  One I've memorized, and it was a look that meant she enjoyed my vulnerability, but her gaze shifted as the pieces of my words sunk into her water barren cracks.  "You're right," she replied.  "I think you are bad for me, too." She closed her eyes when she finished sullenly.

By the way she decided to shut me out, I'd like to say she was entering the realm of her demons.  The very spiteful thing she has been trying to keep me away from.