Temporarylovers Stories

It's 2:47 a.m. on Lavelle Road, and in a few hours, he'll be on a plane to the UK, and they both know he won't be coming back. They'd agreed from the start that this would end with him leaving. What they hadn't agreed on was how much it would hurt. On their last night together, they retrace the road where it all began: the same cul-de-sac, the same dim streetlight, and sit with everything they never said, and everything they can't take back. Some love stories don't end. They just run out of time.

To all the boys that ruined me!