Prompted by: Laura Larios
God help me…
“I’ve missed you.”
It’s been over ten goddamn years and that’s the first thing she says to me? I’ve missed you? Really??
“Tom,” my name rolls off her tongue again.
As if it’s the most natural thing in the world. As if it belongs there and nowhere else.
Dear God, please help me…
Because every fiber of my being is screaming to reach for her. Just like it did on that day. Just like it’s never stopped doing since then. Every single day. Every single waking moment of every single day.
Balling my hands into fists because you’d better believe they’re shaking like nobody’s business, I keep on walking. I keep on fucking walking. I don’t even know why. It’s just what I’ve done for the past decade.
The truth is I never knew why. All I knew was that she deserved better. That she deserved the best.
And I sure as hell couldn’t give it to her. Not after what I’d lost. Not after what I’d seen. Not after what I’d become. Not after what I’d done.
Never after what I’d fucking done.
I came back as nothing.
I’m still nothing.
You wanna know else I am?
Screwed to shit.
Because her fingers wrap around my arm. Firmly. Without hesitation.
“Don’t touch me, kiddo,” I hiss, attempting to jerk out of her grasp.
She doesn’t let go. “You remember my nickname.”
My head’s spinning. My heart’s pounding. My ears are ringing like mad. My voice cracks as I say, “I remember everything about you.”
“Well, if that’s the case…”
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