RoomHate

by Penelope Ward

“I never knew you noticed that.” His eyes travelled down to my lips for a moment when he said, “I notice everything about you.”

“We both came from broken homes, but from the moment I met you, my world seemed a little less broken.

“This last song goes out to all the people who’ve ever had a certain kind of friend who drives you crazy—the kind that gets under your skin and stays there even when they’re not physically present. The kind with dimples you’ve been dreaming about since you were a kid. The kind with seafoam green eyes you get lost in. The kind that’s confusing as all hell. That kind.

I walked over to where he was sitting and gazed out. “The sunrise is beautiful today, isn’t it?” “Really beautiful,” he agreed, except he wasn’t looking at the sun at all.

I was pretty sure she thought she was staring into the eyes of her father right now.

“I’m losing you, and I haven’t even left yet.” He

turned to me. “This tour is not worth that.”

sometimes the thing we fear more than anything, is really what our soul craves the most.