Lilac

by B.B. Reid

“Eat your heart out, dick bag.”

“Pain isn’t singular. We’re not alone, no matter how much it seems that way. Someone out there feels it too, and if we ever meet, we could bring our broken pieces together. We could bind them and form one heart.” He looked into her brown eyes. “We could be Bound.”

“Love isn’t an illusion that requires silence to maintain. It only needs our memory of what it was like without each other.”