Still Here
Some people only know how to reach for you after they’ve hurt you.
He’d fallen asleep sideways across the hotel bed, one arm hanging toward the carpet, still wearing yesterday’s jeans.
Some music journo once called Zack Salinger dangerous, but right then he looked about fifteen.
I pulled the blanket over him carefully.
His eyes opened immediately.
“Still here?” he mumbled.
“Unfortunately.”
He smiled at that without fully waking.
Then his phone lit beside him.
Celine:
Wish you’d stayed x
Does she know about me yet?
His hand found my wrist in his sleep.
Like instinct.
🖤
Another snippet of angst-drenched life from Midnight Ashes, before the fall. Written in response to Bradley Ramsey’s Halls of Pandemonium writing challenge, Day#14.
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Oof. yikes.
My heartttttt