Publication Date: August 20th, 2015
He sings of suffering. His eyes hold the pain of living in sorrow.The moment our gaze meets recognition flares within.
We are tortured souls drifting in a sea of darkness.He knows I have secrets that I'll never tell.I am numbI am brokenI am dirtyI can never be the guiding light through the darkness he thinks I am.I have forsaken my past, I rely on keeping myself shut off.But he has secrets too, secrets that would destroy everything I have left.I wish things were different, that maybe we could be each other's lifeline.But destiny drags us down like an anchor.The broken can only drift in the sea barely staying afloat.
“Mornin,” a rough voice spoke behind
me. I turned to get out of the way and stopped to stare, mouth stuffed with
food and all.
Wolfe was standing there in plaid
pajama pants with a black sweater hugging his chest. His hair was disheveled
and put in a messy bun like mine. I wondered what it looked like down. It was
then I noticed his face was etched in amusement. I finished chewing my large
chunk of biscuit and swallowed it down slowly. I bit my lip and looked down at
myself. Yep, I was still wearing my ‘I like big books and I cannot lie’ t-shirt
with my purple sweat pants. My cheeks turned red thinking about how much of a
hot mess I was.
I didn’t know what to say in this
awkward situation, so I walked around him to the kitchen. He was just a man; I
really didn’t see why I was reacting so strangely to him.
I grabbed the pitchers of water and
coffee then strolled back into the dining room like I hadn’t just awkwardly run
away.
I succeeded in not looking at Wolfe
until I was forced to sit next to him. Aggie and Evan had given me no
choice.
“Mornin Nera, biscuit?” he asked with
a smirk. But ha, the joke was on him; nothing would keep me away from my
biscuits. Not even my pride.
“Yes, please,” I answered sweetly.
Jessica Florence makes her home in Southwest Florida where she runs her own business, and of course writing! She one day after reading a book a day for a year just sat down and started writing, thus finding a new amazing hobby that she was looking for, for years, and that was also very therapeutic.
She spends her days reading, writing, watching TV, working, playing with her cute as hell baby, and black German Shepherd Rogue aka Rogue-i-bear, and of course tormenting her husband ;)She also enjoys taking naps, bubble baths, eating pickles like candy, and having Harry Potter marathons.
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