When Love Breaks by Jack

The playful tone in his voice was obvious.

Under the flickering shadows, Gregory leaned casually against a tree, his

cropped hair tousled across his forehead, the corners of his eyes curved

upwards, embodying a spirit of wild and carefree abandon.

It seemed lost on him how inappropriate it was to say such a thing to

someone he had met moments ago.

In the biting chill of the evening, I wondered what brought him out into the

yard.

I pocketed my phone, slightly on guard. “What brings you out here?”

“Don’t worry. I wasn’t following you.” Gregory spoke with a lazy drawl, “It was

too stuffy inside. I needed some fresh air. Little did I know RiverCity folks

were so open.”

said, “It’s just

complicated.

too involved with.

decided to be upfront. “Could

now?”

situation to work out in my

Gregory spilled the beans.

agreed readily and quickly changed the subject, “What’s

me?”

“In

straightforward. “I’m a man of

a little something

more likely it was for Margaret to notice

possibly suspecting I’d been eavesdropping on their less-thanpublic

I asked, “What do

yet.” He said, a smirk on his

you know once

without a

tonight, we might not even see each other again. Without evidence,

could hold whom accountable?

at my thin black dress. “Aren’t

question caught me off guard, and I

me, sparing me the