BLACK AND WHITE

A hurtful distant memory is what he was to me. A ghost that I wish would stay dead and uncovered. But apparently that was too much to ask because here he was standing on my doorstep giving me shivers of both fear and maybe pleasure. Eight years and he still made my heart do little summersaults.

Could I take him back after what he did? Because now it wasn't just my life that would change because of his arrival. We were both guilty but who's the one to blame the most for this situation.

'He looked down at me with his emerald green eyes and smiled."Hey Sammykins." He said his deep voice wrecking havoc on my heart. My whole world stopped and shattered as I stared at his handsome face.
oh no.'