Deep End

by Ali Hazelwood

“Oh, sweetheart.” My belly swoops at the endearment. His tone lives somewhere between sympathy and amusement. “If you don’t think that I’m very aware of your presence, always, you have no idea what’s going on.”

I’m bursting, with… It has to be love. It’s expansive and all-consuming and full and joyous. Hungry. Thick. At once heavy and light. Everywhere and golden. It’s him and me and the myriad of little strings that tangle us together.

“This is so messy.” “Falling in love?” I nod. “And I did it so…” Deeply, desperately, fast. It’s just pure violence.