73 Ginger
73
Ginger
I had always known Rhys would break my heart.
I don’t know how or why. It was just that sometimes people know things instinctively. In the depths of my soul, I knew it the day I met him years ago, I knew it every time I read one of his emails, I knew it on the Ferris wheel in London when I first kissed him, and above all, I knew it when I agreed to live with him that summer without thinking about the consequences, without promises, pretending when our skin touched that it wouldn’t shatter what we had.
Well, it didn’t. Nothing shattered. But maybe it made it worse. Because we couldn’t stop the cracks from opening up. And the problem with cracks is that they don’t lead to instant destruction. They’re not enough to make the building collapse on their own. But they’re there. Threatening. And when it rains…the water starts pouring in from all sides.