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Four Years Later (Year 2)

Feel closer. Year two.

Major breakthrough.
Fly with her. Feel the rhyme.
Use that rhythm. It’ll only be one time…
Wrong.
I fall. I fall HARD.
This physical chemistry caught me off guard.

Every day is a new adventure. Every day is a new smile.
This acting class I’m taking has really influenced my style.
Every day becomes a challenge. Is this relationship even worthwhile?

She loves me. She hates me.
She inflates me. And then berates me.

Struggle.
Ache.
Confusion.
Mistake?
I could’ve left sooner. I needed a break.
But I stayed.

Blinded by her innocence.
Her family. That was the problem. Not her.
…right?
Wrong.
Again.

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