we canât be friends.Â
for hara
He couldnât help but look up at that. He was staring straight ahead into the back of the bar they were sitting at. He could feel her eyes on his right.
â Who needs friends. â
He smirked to himself as he shot back whatever remained in his cup. One day, one month, one year. It didnât matter. It was always a pattern. They would find each other in a whirlwind, unable to get their hands off one another. And then, all of a sudden, one of them starts feeling more than just fun. Starts feeling more than they are willing to say. Not too long after that someone gets scared and runs. It changes between the two of them but they both eventually catch something.
â I really donât need anymore friends, although I appreciate the heads up. â
He says with as much sarcasm he can muster before holding up a finger in the bartenders direction to get another double.
@lilfiore - memeÂ














