“Some Things”
~RHYS~
Blaze. That name suited her in every way a man could think of.
I walked side by side with her till we got to the apartment block. We were still neighbours, after all.
“Are you good, Blaze?" I asked her, my hand finding her shoulder gently as I guided her into her apartment.
I was like her personal chef, driver too, more like her bodyguard—an overzealous one, at that. I think she'd called me ‘over-protective’ too.
Just one year could change a lot of things. I began to find myself caring too hard. I hated that I didn't know how to stop.
It was her.
While she cried earlier today at her bestfriend's grave, a part of me broke even harder. It hurt that I couldn't do anything about it. The regret settled in.
That day, she'd cried her heart out…begging me to
