daytonacherry
Before this town, my life was a clean shuffle-quiet streets, honest mornings, days that knew their place and ended gently. I lived simply then, like a game played with open cards, no bluffs, no wagers too heavy to hold. But the night I met him, the deck split. He walked in like an ace pulled from a sleeve, dangerous and dazzling, turning kings into fools and jokers into prophets. With him, every breath became a bet, every touch a gamble, every promise stacked like chips on a trembling table. I learned his language in cards and chances-how love can crown you a queen one moment and leave you bankrupt the next. And now he's gone, yet the game refuses to end. His absence is the cruelest hand: a ghostly dealer reshuffling my nights, slipping wild cards into my dreams, never letting me fold, never letting me win. The town still sleeps, but I don't-caught forever in the echo of a game that changed my life and will not let me walk away. My life without will never be the same ever again.