Secrets

He had me pushed up against the wall, his hot breath on my face.

“I know how you feel about me. I’ve seen all these years how you looked at me. Little do you know that I want you too.”

His breath held a faint smell of alcohol, he was always the worst when he was drunk, but something told me that these words were not, in fact, a load of lies.

He released me, stepping back when he heard a distant call of his name. He glanced at me, and turned away without a word.

He left me utterly confused. Not only did he say that he loved me, but he said that he knew how I felt about him. His words echoed in my head as I slid down the wall, looking up at the starry night sky.

I’m fucked.