Rogan
My soul is being ripped in different directions, but most of it is inching towards one direction and I’m not sure if I could let it.
The morning air touches my bare skin. If I close my eyes, I could still imagine him near me, touching me, and phantom caresses that serve as a memory of what happened last night. It made me consider the medication again, but I’ve heard what it could do even though I’m not entirely sure what’s so new about it, I just don’t trust it still.
“Rogan”
The sound of his voice made me relax, but some parts of me are frustrated because of it. I turn towards the sound of Brooks's voice and smile at him slightly. All of a sudden, his face falls and his steps were getting slower towards me.
“What?” I ask him when he’s close enough.
“Just…you smiled at me” H
