The Depth of Fate

“You don’t understand! I can’t do that again. If anything were to happen to you, I wouldn’t make it. I would have nothing left to live for anymore.” He yells at me, anger and pain flashing in his eyes. “But we don’t know that will happen. Do you have any idea how rare that actually is? Because I do. It’s a risk I’m willing to take.” I see his arms raise up and it instantly triggers my fight or flight response. I drop on the floor to my knees, shielding my head with my arms and waiting for the first blow. When it doesn’t come, it’s in that moment I realize that it doesn’t matter how far I go or who I’m with. I’ll never be free. __________________________My eyes flutter open and I let out a soft grumble as I roll over and bury myself under the warmth of my white down comforter. My alarm clock hadn’t chimed yet but I knew, based on the soft sunlight filtering in through my drapes, it would be going off soon enough. I let out a yawn as I stretch and sit up on the edge of my bed, w

It’s 5:45am and airport is eerily quiet. I look out the window while I wait for my flight to start boarding. I was so excited to get back home to Minnesota. My best friend in the entire world was taking 2 whole weeks off from her job as a nurse to spend my spring break with me. It had been 7 months since I moved out to Burlington, VT for grad school. In 2 years, I would have my doctorate in organic chemistry. I pulled out my iPhone and considered texting Audra to let her know I’m taking an earlier flight in. But then I remember the time difference. It’s only 4:45 there. She is probably still fast asleep. She works a lot and I don’t want to interrupt the little sleep she does get. “Flight 297 from BVT to MSP is now boarding”I grab my carry on and head to the gate. After boarding and making myself comfortable, a cute red head sits next to me. “Going home or going on a trip?” She asks, trying to make small talk. “Home.” I reply. I’m not much for small talk. Especially when it come

The early fall air was unusually heavy for late September and the sun had already set, which brought a slight chill to the damp air. Becca, Molly, and I wandered around behind the bleachers along with most of the other students. The only people who really came to homecoming for the game were either the parents or the players themselves. For everyone else, it was just a place to be other than home, not that there was anything else to do in our small town. As we walked through the crowd of our peers, someone suddenly yells “LOOK OUT!” and the next thing I know, I’m being tackled as a Nerf football goes flying passed my head. My savior and I toppled onto the damp grass, landing with me pinned under him. I’m about to start yelling and throwing punches when I look up and am met with an unfamiliar face that I’m suddenly not mad is only inches from mine. I see thick, dark brown hair and warm hazel eyes. I’m frozen for a moment and we both just stare at each other, panting, for what feels

She kissed me. Holy shit she kissed me. And now we are in our way to her apartment. What is happening? Do I pursue this? Do I let her make the next move? I have a million thoughts racing through my mind as we sit in the back of the cab. She’s not kissing me now so does that mean it was an in the moment kind of thing? I mentally interrogate and berate myself until I suddenly feel her lean into me, resting her head on my shoulder. I stare at her for a moment before it dawns on me how much she’s changed the last 10 years. She’s no longer the scrawny little nerd that made up excuses to come watch me practice my guitar after school.God she’s beautiful. She is still slender but she has the curves of a grown woman. Her fair complexion, blue eyes and ashy blonde hair give her a girl next door vibe that was making me crave her even more. While she danced at the bar, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. The way she moved was hypnotizing. When she suddenly kissed me my knees felt weak, spa

If it wasn’t for the liquid courage in the form of 4 Long Island iced teas, I don’t think I would be doing this right now. “Stay.” I whispered in Simon’s ear before I gently nibble his ear lobe and leaving a light trail of butterfly kisses down his neck to his collar bone. I start to unbutton his gray dress shirt, continuing downward with the soft kisses before I reach the center of his chest and he places one hand behind my head and uses the other to tip my chin toward his face. He leans in, giving me a long, slow, deep kiss and his hands slowly drift to my waist. I pull away and lead him to my room, internally screaming from my need to feel him inside me. I push him onto the bed and climb on top of him, straddling his hips. I grind my hips into his, feeling how badly he wants this too. “Fuck…” he moans, reaching his hands under the hem of my t shirt and pulling it over my head. His hands run up my back and he pulls my face to his. He kisses me, this time more fiercely, biting