UNTOUCHABLE
You’re in a car with a beautiful boy and he has smooth lips, but when you kiss them, you feel like razorblades are slithering down your throat, and you start to sense that you should be careful, should be wary of the way he’s making you feel, but the voices in your head are screaming that he isn’t so you don’t really have to be.
You’re in a car with a beautiful boy and you want to pull him apart so you can try to put him back together again but he won’t let you because he’s not the kind of puzzle with a solution.
You’re in a car with a beautiful boy and it is for the last time, and you know that you will be in a dozen more cars with a dozen more beautiful boys in the future but none of them will be him.
You’re in a car with a beautiful boy and he won’t tell you he’s leaving, but he’s leaving and you know it. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy and he won’t tell you he’s not sorry that he’s leaving, but he’s not sorry that he’s leaving.
You’re in a car with a beautiful boy and his eyes meet yours as he’s trailing his fingers over the lines on the back of your hand and you plead for him not to give up on you just yet.
You’re in a car with a beautiful boy and your fates are already sealed, and he’s wearing a sign that says “Caution, Do Not Touch,” but you want to touch him one last time, want to pull him back to you and keep him there, so you reach out, but your fingers grasp thin air.
You’re in the car with a beautiful boy and you open your mouth to tell him you love him but you find yourself in a car with a boy who never wanted your love in the first place.
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Inspired by Richard Siken's You Are Jeff.
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One-Shots
Short StoryContent of these one-shots/drabbles will be dominantly slash with a hint of this and that.
