Prompted by: CB Archer
It took more than just my legs. So much more. It stole my humanity. A piece of my soul.
It’s been a decade.
Over a decade.
Ten years. Seven months. Thirteen days.
Do you wanna know how many hours? Because I can tell you that too. Hell, I can even tell you the minutes. Right down to the exact second.
I can tell you every single detail.
How she reached for me. How I pushed her away. How her eyes filled with tears. How I clenched my jaw and muttered, “We’re done.” How her voice trembled as she whispered, “You don’t mean that.”
I remember everything in that moment.
When I made her cry and left without ever looking back…
It’s been over a decade since I’ve seen her.
But nothing’s changed.
She’s still as perfect as ever. So goddamn perfect it takes my breath away. And I’m still as f*cked up as ever. So goddamn f*cked up it makes me sick to my stomach.
I turn to leave…
“I’ve missed you.”
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