Playing with Fire

by L.J. Shen

The only person who loved me thought I was someone else.

We’re all categorized. Stereotyped by our flaws and weaknesses. Welcome to life. It’s a bitch and then you die.”

“I’m grateful that Tuesday went down the way it did.” His voice was scratchy. Thick. “Because the worst day of your life gave me the best version of you.”

“West is fearless, and stupidity is bravery’s mistress. Recklessness is its wife, something else he has in abundance.”

One word, and it sounded like it came from the bottom of the ocean, echoing everywhere in my body.

I opened my mouth and said the two most liberating words in the English language. “You’re forgiven.”

Reality is overrated. Say yes to magic.