The Most Dangerous Thing About Love

Here’s this week’s Picture it & Write! I’m sorry I’m late!

Maybe I was too late.

Maybe I had noticed it too late.

The most dangerous thing about love was that it could deprive you of all your senses, all except the one deep inside of you: that of your heart. When trapped within its unyielding grasp, it would hug you so hard that you would feel the loud drumming of that central organ of yours; it would suffocate you and hypnotize you…

Heartbroken

Hey! I’m finally back to Picture it & Write :) But I won’t be continuing The Unpredicted series though…

Anyway, enjoy my contribution!

It was over.

She fell back onto the soft black velvet couch and let her phone slide down from her palm and fall onto the red carpet. It was over, even before it ever started. She did not cry though. She was out of tears. She was not surprised either. She had known this would happen.

But she felt terribly empty… and lonely.