Bad Wrong Things

by C.P. Harris

I’d meet you anywhere.

“You being territorial over me feeds my need to be loved or some shit.”

He had the ability to take me by surprise, and I loved that. I loved all of it. All of him.

Raven hid to be found. He ran to be caught.

‘Today I’ve decided to forgive you. Not because you apologized, or because you acknowledged the pain that you caused, but because my soul deserves peace.’

Now let me in, sweetheart. Make room for me.”