STEVE ~23

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 I lie in bed, at three thirty-three in the morning. Staring at the ceiling.

I could have lost three people today.

Three 

I can’t cry. It hurts too deeply to cry anymore.

Something inside me is deeply, irreparably broken.

Shattered into a million, trillion pieces. Into dust.

I’m good at faking. I have my work smile down pat.

Dray is asleep beside me. Glad he is okay.

But

Inside, I’m hollow.

I can’t bear to look at him. Not yet. But…the details of his face, the sound of his voice. His scent. They keep me steady.

I could have lost Carter. Weston and Natalia.  I could lose it all. 

This is all my fault.

I Wish [ManxMan]🦂Donde viven las historias. Descúbrelo ahora