The Boy Who Loved Wicked

by C.P. Harris

“Yes, you’re not imagining it. I’d swear on this life that I couldn’t love you more, but then tomorrow would make a liar out of me.”

We were toxic. We were fearless for the last time. We were beautiful for the last time too.

And I danced. Me, Phoenix Michaelson, lover of activities that involve the absorption of words from page—preferably while seated.

“Our trials are what strengthen us. And we are unbreakable now, my love.”