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.”

“It’s just

Gregory seemed complicated. He wasn’t

too involved with.

to be upfront. “Could

now?”

in my

Gregory spilled the beans.

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

me?”

frowned. “In it for

straightforward. “I’m a man of interests. Never do

little

longer I lingered, the more likely it was for Margaret to

the hall, possibly suspecting I’d been eavesdropping

I asked, “What do

yet.” He said, a smirk on his lips, “How about you

you know once

without a second

we might not even see

could hold whom accountable?

glancing at my

question caught me off guard, and

made things easier for me, sparing me the