It was going to happen sooner or later. I couldn’t help it. I let myself imagine he was you.
His hand on my hand.
His lips on my forehead.
His lips on my lips.
I would believe that your arms are actually his and that they would wrap around me, protecting me from the darkness and your– his whispers would bring me back from the never-ending abyss.
I let myself imagine he was you, but you weren’t him.
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Krystal Beatriz Galvis, born and raised in San Diego, California, is a writer fascinated with magic, fantasy, and darkness. She is a MFA graduate student at San Diego State University studying creative writing. Outside from writing short stories, she researches any Latinx fables or myths and writes small poems on her Instagram page under the hashtag #krystalg.