I hate the way she looks at me because there’s nothing I love more. I’ve told myself a thousand times I’d leave, run into the sunset and never look back.
But when she smiles, the sun pours through her, beckoning me. But I’ve made up my mind, I’ll leave.
All it takes is one word to change my mind. “Micayla,” she whispers, “you should stay the night.”
She pushes me down, holds me in place. I want to ask her for a reason. I’m not the one she wants, but I can’t get out of her web.
She leans over, and the bed squeaks under our weight. Bracing all of me in the way I want her to brace me instead.
Hold me, I want to whisper. Hold me until the sun breaks the horizon and hides again. My lips quiver, my determination broken as her fingers brush my cheek.
“Stay.”
So I stay because I don’t need a reason to.
💭 A Question for You
Have you ever stayed somewhere you knew you shouldn’t, just because leaving felt impossible in that moment?