She & Him Series
- Clare Batac
- Oct 24, 2016
- 1 min read
Chapter VI
It was a fine summer evening when I saw you drinking that wine fine as you are, and I swear in that moment, I wish I was that glass.
The night was so familiar like it came from one of my odd dreams that I wish reality didn't pull me from.
Is this fate?
Or is it just my mind curating another scenario to ameliorate this dying soul?
I walked towards you with trembling hands like I was walking at the edge of a cliff. It was like inviting the demon to devour me by making the finest dinner he'll ever feast on. - Him
Originally posted on Niume, October 25, 2016.
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