Don't Let Me Break

by Kelsie Rae

“Go on, my little porcupine.” With a light laugh, she turns around and rushes toward the entrance, calling over her shoulder, “Okay, my little golden retriever.”

Besides. I go to the gym for a reason. Porcupine. I bite back my amusement and type my response. Me And what reason is that? Macklin So my manly muscles can carry any baggage you throw my way.

If I could stay here forever, I would. I wasn’t lying to her moments ago. Everyone falls. And I’m falling hard.