vi. want
the first time I saw him
I definitely couldn't breathe.
the world itself seemed to stop spinning
and my hands shook like the earth does during an earthquake.
his eyes met mine
in a gaze so fleeting.
I scolded myself for being so silly.
don't bother,
whispered the darkness inside of me.
I didn't.
but I did.
and that was my mistake.
each tick of the clock
determined whether I would break every rule I ever set into place.
his eyes
were as soft
as the foam
in the sea.
and when he spoke
his voice was a mixture of whiskey and honey.
I liked the taste of both.
but I knew that would do me no good.
hy bother wanting something that you can't have?
YOU ARE READING
the flatline project
Teen Fictionyou are born and then you die. but it's the things in between that they don't tell you about. it's the monsters and the demons they don't arm you against. the people with their smiles and careful words who turn out to be the ones with the sharpest k...
