Amelia
I didn’t mean to start a fight. Not really. I just wanted to feel something other than invisible. Something real. Something that reminded me I still mattered to him.
It started the way it always did, late, quiet, locked doors and hushed steps. I went to his office because that’s what we did now. That was our unspoken agreement. The shadows between us were safer than the light. The door opened and he looked up, something soft flickering in his eyes for half a second before he swallowed it down like it was a mistake.
I kissed him before either of us could speak. I pulled him in like I was drowning and he was the only thing tethering me to the surface. His hands found my waist and I felt him start to lift me, like this was any other night, like we were going to lose ourselves in eac
