Coin Tricks

by Willow Scarlett

I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted to hear him say that he wanted it too, that he thought about me like I thought about him. I wanted him to tell me that it had hurt like dying to lose me because I was his future and losing me was losing his future.

Looking at Sid made me happy. And that’s what beauty means, right? Beauty was when it felt good to look at something.

I wish I could absorb you. I wish I could merge with you. I wish I could be one with you, the same person, the same skin.