“Stay,” he commands, tightening his grip on my leg. My eyes flutter and I let out a slow breath. For a moment my heart jumps in my throat at the thought that maybe he wants me to stay for him but I know better than that.
Wishing and hoping is a dangerous game. One I don’t like playing. Yet, here I am rolling the dice and allowing myself to get comfortable with him again.
FICTION FORUM
NotYourAverageJoe19
Do anything fun today?
FaeAtHeart
Not really. Hung out with my brother and his roommate.
NotYourAverageJoe19
You don’t like his roommate?
FaeAtHeart
It’s complicated.
NotYourAverageJoe19
I’ve got time.
FaeAtHeart
You probably won’t want to hear about this. We should stick to books and music for now.
NotYourAverageJoe19
Try me.Maybe it will help you by talking to someone about it.
FaeAtHeart
There is a lot of history between the three of us. Not all of it is good.
NotYourAverageJoe19
But there were good things?
FaeAtHeart
Yes. That is half the problem.
NotYourAverageJoe19
What’s the other half of the problem?
FaeAtHeart
I’m the only one who seems to remember them.
NotYourAverageJoe19
How do you know they don’t?
FaeAtHeart
