Author M. Robinson
I was seventeen.
when I was twenty.
Now she’s back, a constant
reminder of what I lost, what could have been.
or my beginning?
in air, my chest heaving from my own sobs. She was hysterically crying at that
point. I wrapped my arms around her, pressing her into my chest, and she let
as she was in my arms I broke down.
sorry, baby… I’m so fucking sorry… please… please… I’ll do anything for you to
forgive me… please…” I wallowed in her misery and my own. “I’m so fucking
Steaming hot water rushed down on us as if it was cleaning off the mistakes
that I would never be able to change. Never be able to make better, never be
able to forget.
She favors anything that has angst, romance, triangles, cheating, love, and of
course sex! She has been reading since the Babysitters Club and R.L. Stein.
but was raised in Tampa Fl. She is currently pursuing her Ph.D in psychology,
with two years left.
man who she loves to pieces. They have two German Shepherd mixes and a Tabby