Hostile

by Nicole Dykes

My heart actually aches for him, and I’m starting to realize there’s so much more to the beautiful broken boy who seems bored with life as he sketches in his notebook during class. He’s hurt. From a deep-seated pain going back to his childhood, one I can’t even begin to fathom.

Because when you’re offered love, even if you don’t trust it at first—when they show you over and over again they love you, you just have to accept it.