"Delaney Ramsey,
you've fucked up my life entirely."
he felt warm and familiar,
solid and safe.
I wanted
to cling to his shirt,
bury my face
into the curve of his neck,
and never
let
go.
"I'm still not sure
if that's a bad thing yet."
"Delaney Ramsey,
you've fucked up my life entirely."
he felt warm and familiar,
solid and safe.
I wanted
to cling to his shirt,
bury my face
into the curve of his neck,
and never
let
go.
"I'm still not sure
if that's a bad thing yet."
I met him on a Saturday night. It was dark, and unusually warm for a spring night. I ran into him in the woods near my house. I was the only victim he ever spared, not because he felt sorry for me, b...