What I Can't Say In Words

by screaming-poetically

I was inspired to write some 100 word drabbles. I didn't use names, so you can imagine who I'm talking about, if you so choose. Read and enjoy.

5. Chapter 5

It's Christmas. I've never had that much trouble at Christmas… Usually I'll just work it through. After 9/11, you know, it's all I can do. You, of all people, know.

I hate consequences. I want to be free to do what I choose, with no strings attached. But there are always those spider-silk strings. You were a consequence. I didn't think that when I saw you all alone those two Christmases ago and asked you to come to my place, things would go this far.

But I so hate consequences, and running from you is what my best defense is.