Sparrow

by L.J. Shen

My father had sinned. But I was to be punished.

“Is it possible to feel your heart breaking, even if you’ve never fallen in love?”

“It’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding,” I gritted out, clenching my fists together and allowing the monstrous ring to dig into my flesh. The pain was a welcome distraction. “Trust me, it’s even worse luck to piss off your future husband.” I heard his iron-cold tenor cutting through the air outside the door.

The cabin looked like a perfect place for a Stephen King character to murder his victims.

“It’s going to hurt like a motherfucker,” he warned. “Of course it will.” I smiled into our kiss, my lips still glued to his. “Everything with you does.”

I heard the bedroom door slamming shut and dropped my head back, closing my eyes just so I wouldn’t have to see myself in the mirror. Facing yourself was hard when you’d given up yourself for someone else.

“I’ll save you a place in hell.” “Don’t wait up.” Troy’s voice dropped considerably. “I’ll be late.”

Real love doesn’t disappear. It can turn into hate, and hate can turn into love, but those feelings won’t ever turn into indifference.”