The green applein the boy''s palms shone like the Sun, making it look all the juicier and sweeterin my salacious, greedy, and corrupted mind than it ought to be in this time of the year. And now that I look at the slight smile playing in the corners of his lips and the mischievous glint in his stormy grey eyes, I feel myself sruggling to breath.Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.


    I don''t know, when was the first time thatI realized -the reality itself was transformed by my treacherous mind whenever I was in his proximity, but I wanted for it to never end.


    As I reached for theunripened apple like the sick would reach for a cure, my warm fingers touched his cool ones, and I realized I was sick.


    Sick and maddened for his proximity.