My Short Stories

We Were Friends

There's not much to say about her, I'm not sure why our love was like it was. She was bland, she was simple, but perhaps that's what I ended up loving about her, was her simple nature. She never wore a smile upon her pale lips, but her eyes always seemed to show with admiration.

She could've been described as the midst summer, scorching my skin whenever I was in her presence, leaving behind bright red blisters on my heart whenever she was gone. She was like medicine that made you ill.

She left me, but instead of it being bittersweet, it was an unexplainable relief.