Guilty Love
He was ready with flowers.
She fixed her lipstick.
He fidgeted at the doorstep.
She fixed her glasses.
He breathed out, trying not to pick at his newly formed scratches.
She bit her lip.
He smiled a little.
She sighed with a heavy heart.
It was going to be fine.
It was going to be fine.
I know we'll have fun.
He'll never know.
She loves me.
I love his brother.
Two hearts, a door apart. But there was a third heart waiting in another room. A happy heart. A nervous heart. A loved heart. A guilty heart.