we would talk
endlessly every
night. midnights,
to be exact.
you told me
long stories, flashbacks,
or memories you
had when you
were young.
i loved listening
to your laugh.
it makes me happy
and it's utterly
contagious.
then i realized
something.
that in those nights,
something was
growing inside my heart.
-
things are about to
go downhill.
YOU ARE READING
social butterfly ㅡ jm
Short Story"goodafternoon!" was what i greeted you but you completely ignored my presence. © fujifilms, 2019.
