It's twenty one days since we met. I promised I would text you back as you scribbled your number on my arm the old fashioned way. I knew I wouldn't contact. It was not about you or how you presented yourself that night.
It's the fact that I know that this wouldn't be right. Me being there was a mistake to start with. What was supposed to be a research with all the basics in my head turned out to be attractive and I have as quickly absorbed into the mood with the help of a belly full of drink I got the courage and danced my bones out.
Every memory.of that night makes me cringe so does your number which am staring at . I had quickly written it down before slipping into the bathroom and then putting myself into slumber.
I loathed the day but a promise is a promise I thought. I quickly text hello with my details and explain I do not intend to keep connection .
Promise fulfilled.
Reply, silence.
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Inbred Fire
RandomA young girl tries to understand who she is when she finds herself having feelings that she does not understand. As she tries to make light of them she comes up with these few short stories some in poetic form while others are just plain stories on...
