There is nothing like young love.
How it makes the heart beat faster than any drum, or burn hotter than any sun. It will push someone to transform themselves, or simply be themselves in the wake of acceptance. And on those coldest and darkest of nights, that simple feeling might be all one needs to survive.
Yes, there is no better thing to tear apart and grind under my fangs than young love.
An entry for last week’s Five Sentence Fiction from Lillie McFerrin that I unfortunately could not get to in time. The theme was “Delicate”, and last week was anything but.
Still, I hope you all enjoy