Emily McIntire

Time heals nothing. Just gives things more space to grow and fester and rot.

It’s fake. Just a chemical reaction that people pretend is more.

here I get to enjoy watc

Sitting across from her, I uncork the champagne and pour us both a glass, ignoring the way my chest pulls at the sight of her surrounded by the pinks and purples of the sunset. I wasn’t lying when I told her she was beautiful. She is.

Achingly so.

My chest pulls, insides reeling as I stare down at her, realizing that I’ve never held such beauty in my hands.

And in this moment, I’m not sure how I’ll let her go.

I’ve never done a drug in my life, but I imagine it feels similar to the way it does when Wendy courses through my veins.

All-consuming.

“Darling, if I’m the dark, then you’re the stars.”

trying to mend the bridges I’ve obviously torched before they could finish being built.

Is that supposed to be romantic?” I wheeze out between giggles.

A small smile graces his face. “It’s supposed to be the truth.”

“I watch you, you know? Wh-when you think no one can see?” My fingers move, tangling together underneath the covers. “And if my father has something to do with what makes you look so sad...” I reach out blindly, the side of my hand bumping into his. “I see you. I just wanted you to know that.”