Splinter by Breezy

the boy who couldn't love

This is based around my story Desolate which you can find on my account (if you want to cheat.) I've been meaning to take that one shot and turn in into a one shots collection without exhausting it but wasn't able to do so until now. Although this is based on my other story, reading both at the same time might be confusing as they're going to be really different from each other. Mainly because this is a frame story (or a poor attempt at one.) Regardless, whatever you decide to read, I hope you enjoy.

-sassycatattack

                                                                              Haze

She was curled around me. Curled around me, suffocating me. She reminded me of my first cigarette. So anxious to taste, to touch to hold but all it ever gave me was a bad taste in the mouth. She was pale and beautifully so. She was little more than a dream. Fluttering in and out of my life, no permanence and yet everywhere I looked she was there. So real and yet part fantasy. She suffocated me, left a bad taste in my mouth but I still felt her. I felt her lips on my cheek, the hard thrusting, and the throbbing of my scalp when she pulled too hard.

"Tell me a story" she threw a long leg over me.

"A story?"

"Mmhm"

"I guess I could do that."