You Shouldn't Have Come Here

by Jeneva Rose

A sinking feeling hit me in my gut, and it felt like I was free-falling for a moment. It passed quickly, before I even had a chance to react to it, to consider it, to wonder what it was.

Idle hands, as they say, are the devil’s workshop.

Every relationship eventually loses its luster. You get bored. It becomes routine, mundane. And then you find yourself seeking that excitement and spark elsewhere.

When you’re surrounded by noise and chaos, it’s the quiet that makes you feel alive.

She had her catch of the day, and I had mine. Grace just didn’t know it yet. She was my catch.

You never really know a person.

I’d take care of Grace every day of my life if she’d let me and even if she wouldn’t.

Then again, looks could be deceiving. I’m sure Abel loved Cain right up until the very end.

It’s ironic how the ones you care for most are the ones that are most easily able to crawl inside you and do damage.

“I wouldn’t let anything ever happen to you. You’re safe here with me. I promise.” I had every intention of keeping that promise, but intentions were just partially laid plans, and they were subject to change.

There is no why. There’s no rhyme or reason. I just enjoy it. Call it a hobby if you will. You like to read. I like to watch the life drain from a person.