The following story was something I wrote for a creative writing class. It's not fantasy, but I thought I'd share it anyways. Due to the sensitive subject matter, I recommend you don't read it if easily triggered.
WannalemicRyan wasnít attractive or smart and I donít think he ever dated a girl who wasnít certifiably insane, myself included. The only thing he had going for him was that he was Sallyís ex.
What had Sally even seen in him? Sally with her short
Brown hair and brown eyes swimming with secrets I will never know
Pale skin drawn tight over white bones
He hugs me and we bask in the warmth of his oversized sweater.
He is not mine, not mine, not mine . . .
I must remember not mine, not mine, not mine.
He will never be mine.
Twig legs bent slightly, sinking down to my level.
A gentle hand nestled at my breast
Soft lips parted slightly
Fingers wandering over the goose bumps