Graves

by Katelyn Taylor

I’ve felt all the way dead for years now, though. I do my best to mask it. Nothing sends people running faster than someone with obvious mental health struggles. At least that’s what I’ve learned.

“Do you really think once would ever be enough for either of us? I’m just getting started, baby.”

“It’s fine, it’s not like I was thinking about you every second of the day or anyth⁠—” “I was,” he interrupts. “Thinking of you. Every second.”