Here’s a sneak peak of one of the short stories in a to-be-named collection I’ll be releasing in the near future….
“Don’t go. Just… Can’t we just say ‘fuck it’? Can’t we just learn to heal together?” His eyes are double pools of cerulean blue about to overspill the tears that are forming, his hands are gripping hers in his.
“No. I just can’t.”
If she’d of been anyone else, she would have only taken her hands from him to better be able to encircle him in her arms.
Instead, she takes her hands from him and walks away.