I was always aware- of everything and everyone, but then you crashed into my life, and suddenly, I was aware of you. You and your half smiles. You and your dark sense of humor. You and your horrible jokes.
You.
Every touch left me tense, every stare kept me yearning for more and every moment we shared led me to wonder about the infinite possibilities of what we could be. But I neglected to see that you were as mysterious and as distant to me as you were to everyone else. I can't believe I let myself think I was different- that I could unravel your deepest and darkest secrets. I was so silly thinking that I could mean more to you. I kept wishing for the day where you realize that I was there all along-that I would always be there-and that maybe someday, we could be more than just a possibility.
But that day never came.
-and now I've stopped wishing that it would.
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Fault Lines
Short StoryIsla Fisher doesn't know what to expect when she crashes into a certain Finn Winchester. The boy who once broke her heart. © Annie Tanaka. All Rights Reserved.
