The Boy Who Loved Wicked

by C.P. Harris

He circled in place, lost. And, once again, the light of the moon only had eyes for him. I felt envious that it got to touch him.

If someone had asked me to explain what triggered my interest in Mr. Wicked, what sent me crawling over the edge, it was his sadness. I fell in love with his sadness first.

bet deep down you’d love nothing more than for me to stop surviving without you.”