fast

by Millie Belizaire

I needed food to eat. I needed air to breathe. I needed water to drink. And I needed Caprice.

“So, if I was your girlfriend, would you keep choosing me?” Shaun kissed the sensitive skin behind my left ear, and then in it he whispered,

“You cry, I cry. It’s been like that since we were kids,” he reminded, just pure unadulterated pain in his voice.