The Story I'll Never Write

8

He's not mine. And I don't think he ever will be. And maybe that's a good thing because things are never how you imagine and having expectations only ever sets you up for disappointment.

But I can't help but wonder what lying in his arms would feel like. I can't help but imagine being close enough to feel his breath on mine and his skin on my skin.

He's going to kill me you know. He's going to commit murder and the worst part is, he won't even know it.