Adonis Ian Black.
She sits beside me like a meek lamb. Her hands fidgeting in her lap, restlessly like the beat of my heart that threatens to jump out of my chest. Her scent of passion fruit and strawberry fills the inside of my car, reminding me how I missed it as I take a deep lungful of it through my nose.
My fingers twitch in longing to wrap around her own fragile ones. Touch her. Feel her here somehow but I stop myself with the bottoming restraint I still hold somehow.
She left be broken in every definition of the six languages I speak. Leaving behind a deep hollow in my chest and a certain bleakness in my life that I couldn't replace with no one but her.
Her leaving was a f*****g gift. A loud, screeching wake up call to get my life in order. To get my emotions in order.
It was
