risk

all it takes is a spark to light the fire. and the wind, water, or time to blow it out.

Oh it started as everything did, with a spark. A spark that grew so fast that she never saw it coming.

 

He was a volatile man with dark eyes that never gave anything away. His moods never swayed her like others. He wanted to possess her, so he did.

 

She realized this, and she left.

 

“You can’t deny--this,” he grasped her hand, sending a tingle down her spine.

 

“I can’t,” She said, “But the spark may never become love. The love may never be the right kind. And if it is the right kind, it may never last.”

Author's Note

I think that about love, the last lines.

Reviews

[Talismanic]

Perfectly succinct... You've condensed entire narratives without neglecting character humility; we relate to them entirely through the purity of emotion. And the last line here, is so true for me too:)
I hope you do more of these soon.

[Alm]

Thank you! You have no idea how much this means to me. :)

[Talismanic]

Anytime:) being a writer of-feather I may know it means alot. And I'm serious, I could read these all day so keep them coming.