peter richards
he woke up with his phone vibrating.
his eyes sprang open and there it was
an unknown caller trying to disturb the
midnight hour.
he ignored and pressed the red but-
ton and he shut his eyes once more.
then, his phone vibrated again. this
time he accepted it.
"what do you want?"
"i'm sorry."
"what?"
"i said i'm sorry, peter."
"are you trying to bring me back
to your aid, elaine?" oh no, it was
his dear nightmare.
"i'm really sorry for being an idiot
for being the most sad person
that ever made you think i was a
psycho."
"you're no psycho."
"yes i am. don't you think i love
the idea of being hurt? i love
it. peter?"
"yes?"
"i tried self-harm and i loved
it. maybe i'd show you the
scars but i'm already a
psycho. you hate a psycho."
"stop it elaine. stop what
you are doing, you're being
so stupid. stop it."
"you hate me. admit it."
"i did hate you."
"regret what you said. regret
saying 'did' because it's
making me cry."
"cry for what?"
"cry for actually throwing myself
for love, peter. i love you."
YOU ARE READING
that sad fairy tale
Romance❝i meet prince charming at the wrong ball, wearing the wrong dress given by my evil stepmother who might be my fairy godmother and he kissed me at twelve o' clock then one thing i am not sure is that he took one of my glass slippers called: love. th...
