Admit It

𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.

Tattoos, denim jackets, soft curls that light golden under the evening sun. Caramel skin, pencil on paper, silent smiles that hold back unspoken promises. She moves into the city with the ghosts of the mistakes she couldn't control hiding in the shadows of the far off corner, until she looks and finds someone new. He's charismatic in his own way, sweet and gentle with his soft caresses and brushes of his lips against her hand, like the quiet breeze on summer nights that blows through your hair and makes life feel like a dream. They're both just waiting for the moment that this dream ends, and reality comes back to creep over their shoulders.