July 26, 2017 § Leave a comment
their souls were in fact not dark, twisted, or impaired. Instead, they were green and immature, inconsiderate of the bevy of choices presented every moment, which would allow them to either stand still in dumb abeyance, wilting in limbo, or ripen with age.
The girls thought that they were bonding, getting to know each other. At least, that’s what they called it. Drinks, shows, lattes, texts, laughter, and even somber tales. But they were only covering the pain, the hurt that comes with jealousy and loneliness. Eventually, their connection would evolve into a bond of the erotic kind with the subject of their accidental subterfuge being just a boy, the focus of their pain. And it would start all over again.