You were sitting at the centre table.
The place the "cool kids" sit.
Everyone was laughing, talking loudly.
Only then I noticed.
Your smile was so fake
Your laugh was so artificial.
And baby, your eyes?
Your eyes looked broken
You were shattered.
Baby, what has happened to you?
You look so good from afar.
But yesterday?
Baby, up close you are damaged.
A doll without a smile.
A human without light.
YOU ARE READING
Holding onto you
Short StoryBut baby I wasn't supposed to love you this much. I wasn't supposed to know you from this close. You were supposed to stay far away. I thought you were one of those cool kids. Sweet but tough. Up close you are cold. Broken beyond repair. I couldn...
