Stay and Listen to the Story

Look– they’re one of your oldest friends. And no matter what happened (or didn’t happen) between you romantically, you never thought they were a psychopath. They just weren’t interested in you like that. With a deep sigh, you look them right in the eye, give a smile you hope looks supportive, and ask, “what happened?”

The story that spills out isn’t pretty. Their partner was a real piece of shit — abusive, needy, and, in the end, murderous. And yet, your best friend was ready. They were never one to go down without a fight. And as they get to the climax of their story, you see a fire in their eyes that you’ve never seen before. A passion and drive, not just for life, but for you.

Their story is over, and there is no sound but your shared breathing, heavy and passionate. Their eyes are practically all you can see in the moonlight. Into you. They look at you in you that jacket. You can see their eyes running up and down your body. Can see their lips just starting to curl into a smile. 

“I knew I could trust you with this.” They say, their breathing calm. “I needed to get it off my chest. And you’ve always been there for me.”

“Yeah…” you say, shifting closer.


They leap at you and, like that, you’re both tumbling through the grass — laughing, smiling, loving. It’s the only thing you’ve never done together, best friends finally becoming something more. Who cares that they murdered their last partner. Red flags are for suckers, and, for the first time in your life, that’s not you. Right?


Try again?



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