toxic relationships

2025-02-19

You want me here, or the bed?

You reach for a glass. So does he. Your fingers brush—just a second, just enough to make your breath hitch. You feel the heat of his skin, the rough drag of his fingertips before he pulls back. Slowly. Him: You always this warm? You: You always this close? He doesn’t move away. Neither do you.

Sound familiar?

He lies, she cries. He ain’t sorry but apologizes… She complains, he doesn’t change. She continues to hurt. Yet, she still stays

Merely an entanglement

“I love you… very much” He touched her arm. Lydia withdrew from him. She left his bed and walked to the window. She took a deep breath with her eyes closed, she raked hands through her hair. Richard frowned and followed her. He made her face him. “What are you thinking about?” She tried