𝗠𝗜𝗭𝗣𝗔𝗛 - excerpts from books I'll never write

➪ Seven

Honestly, people talk about love like it's either the simplest thing in the world or the most complicated puzzle in existence. I tend to lean towards the latter, but that might just be because I am about as lucky in love as a cockraoch. Though considering they breed faster than rabbits, perhaps they too have more tact than me in the art of flirting.

In fact, I thought that love might just not be for me, the kind of thing you hear about but never think you'll experience, like natural disasters or civil wars. That was until her.

You know how things go. Faster than a whirlwind, as abrupt as a 100 foot cliff. I'm not even sure how it happened, but soon I was in the basement of a small house, surrounded by sleeping teens, reaking of smoke and booze. And she was sitting across from me, and we weren't talking, just staring, and the only coherent thought running through my head was oh shit oh shit oh shit.

And then she leant closer and our lips connected and it was simultaneoulsy so much more more and so much less than I had ever expected, so simple yet so so so addictive and I knew I couldn't, I shouldn't, but I did anyway and, christ...

There are no words to describe what its like to give in to your desires and have it taste so good when you know that what you've built is unsustainable and volatile and is going to crumble crumble crumble until there is nothing left.

How did I get here, you ask? Well, I'm about to tell you.

I won't hold anything back, you'll get all the gritty details about me and her and all the stupid ways we destroyed what we had. You'll hear about all the selfih deeds, reclkless acts, thoughtless words. All of it.

But before I've done that, laid my soul bare, unarmoured and defenceless, I'll tell you how it ends.

It ends with a kiss.

➪Extraxt from a corny romance novel I'll never write lmao