scifinina

She thought it was a dream:       He thought it was a game: To her, everything seemed surreal.       A game at which he was a pro. She barely had her breath       He didn’t break a sweat Just at the thought of what they could be.       Because, to him, she meant nothing. He was the one.       She was a prop. He was perfect: so strong, so handsome,       A practice tool for the higher grade females he’d encounter. God had made him especially for her       She was irrelevant; nothing special. She knew that they were destined.              Better, he knew, was sure to come. And when he held her, she felt complete       So wh