Cocky Fiancé Page 19
by T. L Smith
Moved on.
My head goes back under, the water my friend once again. The moon shines brightly through the murky liquid, the pink from the lotus that Cole dropped the only color I see as I sink along with it.
Years have passed.
I haven’t had my fill.
Still can’t seem to find my breath.
Lotus is like a breath you take on a cold night, one you know you don’t want to breathe in because the frost will bite you. Yet you can’t resist it.
I need her like that frosty air.
Even after all these years, all the deaths, all this destruction.
It’s always been her.
Always.
Lotus Avaiable Now.