short stories

We were always just friends, ever since those golden state days. I’ve known you almost as long as I’ve known myself and for some reason,

I wish I could tell you a hundred love stories with a hundred happy endings. But all I have is the truth.

Her skin was sticky with sweat and blood. The afternoon heat mixed with the smell of the salty sea beyond the treeline didn’t cover the smell of her sweat or the blood on her arms