Head Above Water

by C.E. Ricci

They do that weird bro-hug thing,

yup i know exactly what they’re doing

I miss it, something fucking fierce.

We just queened out

yeah, you could definitely compete with Chris Evans for the title of America’s ass.”

His laughter echoes through the house from the living room while I stir the eggs. Surprisingly, they’re not even cooked at all. That’s when I realize he turned the wrong burner on. God bless him.

Because…that’s the thing about hearts— Like waves, they break too.