Lovesick

Abel

The radio is on low and the sound of it keeps me company as we head back to the motel. My eyes droop from time to time, in the silence between the two of us, but I manage to get us back without crashing.

She hasn’t touched me since she left that house, like she left a piece of herself inside. The part that makes her alive . And I want nothing more than to reach out and break whatever trance she’s in.

But I don’t know what’s going on in her head, so I let her stay inside it, working out whatever the hell she needs to, hoping her mind—her twisted fucking violence—will give her back to me at some point.