Closest Thing to Love

Girl POV.

There was a city, a dead city, which stood adjacent, but forgotten, to his. This was the city I chose. The home I chose.

I loved the broken, crumbled, charred remains of houses and office blocks. At least, I would have, if love were something I could feel. But I couldn’t. So I didn’t.

But what I felt as I stood amongst those hunch-backed giants, staring upwards with my feet firmly planted on the cracked pavement, that solid, tangible something that filled my chest as I looked skywards, that was the closest thing I would ever feel to love.

And, for me, it was enough.

 

 

Reviews

[Eira Anchor]

sounds like a real cool place!
nice to hear my fave word there:
tangible="oh so clear"

[Beatrice Mars]

(speechless)
wow...loved it....(i seem it be repeating myself alot...)