Deep End

by Ali Hazelwood

Ah, the frazzling ordeal of being known.

I could tell when you didn’t know I existed, and I could tell when you became aware of me.”

“You’re not cold, Scarlett,” he says. “You’re…soft.” “I’m not soft.” “You are with me.”

“Because sometimes I can’t breathe when you’re around.”

“I asked for you.”