Anastacio
Sutton texted me, asking me to meet her by the lake. We may have kissed here, but this is also where we fought. This is where our relationship evolved into hatred.
I sit on the sandy beach, watching the water in front of me. The blistering sun reflects on the ripples the breeze created; It is hypnotizing. Almost ominous in a way, inviting me into the alligator-infested waters. I keep my eyes out, ensuring there isn’t one lurking nearby. They usually stay far away from us.
My heart is beating me half to death.
Two months and I finally got through to her. She finally spoke to me, her voice like a melody I can’t live without. She listened to what I had to say, hanging on to every word.
I wear a smile on my face as images of our lips locked onto one another engulf my mind beau
