lexi_makesstories
Heavy inspired by the song Fable by Gigi Perez
"June 14th, 1836"
"He left. He climbed onto that rotting vessel and watched me become a ghost on the shoreline without shedding a single tear."
"And now, seven years later, he saunters back into this village with velvet on his back and that same crooked smirk-acting like he owns the bloody place? Like he owns me? What a fucking joke."
"Julian thinks the city washed away the salt of our childhood. He thinks he can talk of "fables" and "forever" while the Parson watches us from the steeple with eyes like cold flint. He doesn't understand that here, we don't get to be happy. We get to be quiet, or we get to be buried."
"He keeps reaching for my hand in the dark of the stables, ignoring the stench of coal and the weight of the Bible in my pocket. He isn't afraid of the fire. But I am. I'm terrified that if I let him in again, we won't just burn-we'll turn to ash before the sun even rises."
"God forgive me, I should hate him. So why can't I stop looking for his shadow?"
- E
Warning!(sex, child negligence, drugs, smoking, and cursing)