Written by Jacob Ibrag
When things got too good, he couldn’t
handle it. He didn’t think he deserved her
and what she brought out of him. Solace.
Tranquility. State of peace. He wanted her,
but the past catches up faster than bullets.
That’s just the way it is, a rule that lacked
exception. So all of this laughter shared
among the fire on this cold starry night
was for nothing. He owed her his soul
so he wanted to bare it all, ‘I’ve been
hiding something from you.’ She
moved in closer and smiled,
‘I already know.’
Photography by Marta Bevacqua