I need a hero.I need a hero.I need a hero.8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Time really doesn't heal; it just blurs things. I still remember how he made me feel. Like I was choking on butterflies. Butterflies. A stomach full of them. Full. Full to the brim. Now I'm just choking. No butterflies. Drowning. No fluttering. I can't breathe. Breathe. He made me feel better. Much better. Helped me breathe. His touch was soft. A contrast to how my father treated me.
I'm hardly better than I was before. Before he left me. Left me alone. His absence used to be a stabbing pain. Now it's only numbness. Numbness. I don't want to feel anymore. He could have saved me. Saved me. He was almost my hero. I need a hero.
I'm still blue. Blue like the sky on the day you left me. He left me. My first picnic. I love picnics. Maybe not as much as I used to. I did love picnics. You- he caressed a hand print left on my arm. Marks left on me. Black and blue bruises. Blue like the sky. You- he left marks too.
You looked antsy. Antsy. Antsy why? Antsy- break up. I don'