Never Again

A Story by NicoleBateman

It really isn't a story. It is more like a screenshot.

Your soft lips were pressed against hers and your hands intertwined with hers. You were there to save her, but you were never there to save me. I found comfort in his words and I allowed my fingers to run through his hair. I listened to him, but never you. Now, after all this time we don’t speak. It is as if we are starring in a silent movie. Our eyes do not meet because they are black with hate. We breathe, but we breathe in the dust of our old lives. Madness controls our minds because we are so damn hungry for lust. Our hearts beat, but they will never beat for one another. We’re lost, trapped in prison cells of regret.