He leans for a zest of her sweetness that surrounds her. She smells of nectar and honey tea his mom used to make when he cant sleep at night. He observes how she flinches when he got too close. His breath on her shoulders, her heart on her knees. She pauses. ‘Getting scared again?’ He whispers. Her body moves an inch away. She could do this all again. She could do the only thing she’s most sure of. She could do what she has always done. She could run. “Coward.” He says.


2 thoughts on “3:19am

  1. Oh my. That was surprisingly powerful for such a short piece. You left me hanging. I wanted to read more. The characters hint at a lot of potential 🙂


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