Promise Me Not

by Meagan Brandy

My life is crumbling at my feet, and I’m the one holding the hammer.

when an airy laugh leaves her, I feel like I’m fucking flying.

call me Electro, because I’m powered the fuck up.

“Let me show you how it’s done, pretty boy.”

Try and live with the hole, or try and fill it. Or do nothing and get buried beneath it all.

Jesus, I turned into a sap. I smirk to myself. I think I’m okay with that.

You amaze me, gorgeous girl. You’ve got me in every sense of the word.” I press my forehead to hers, our gazes still locked. “I’m not going anywhere.”

A fucking mirage I want to capture and keep. Spoil. Fucking ravage.

If she loved you this much, you must have been one hell of a guy, because she’s…an anomaly.”

This intangible marking, like the laces of a football, weaving us together to create the perfect placement. The perfect pair. We’re tied in a way neither of us expected.

Sparks fly, fireworks boom, and the brassy note of a trumpet blares. She fucking kisses me, and it’s soul-wrecking. Bone-crushing.

I hope she kisses me until her lips go numb and exhaustion sets in.

She is the girl of my dreams. Please let me become the man of hers.

There are other forms of cardio, girl.

I want all your time. All your tears. All your smiles. I want all of you, always, and I don’t want to share.

If Deaton was the light, then Mason is the sun.

And how could I possibly survive without the center of my personal solar system?

I choose him. Forever. Always. No matter what.