sick of being safe harbor, I want to be the storm

prompt: sick of being safe harbor, I want to be the storm

original, no warnings

Look over your shoulder, look this way.

A little farther.

I’m the one behind her.

But you know I’m here. That’s the worst part. You’ll find me later to talk about it, how she wouldn’t meet your eyes again, you’re not sure what you did wrong this time. With your head in my lap, you’ll gaze up and say I’m so glad I have you, no one gets me like you do!

Maybe I won’t smile this time. I could be the one to look away, but would you even notice?