She woke up in the middle of the night, he was smoking weed, tripping and reading a book.
We need to break up, she said, I am breaking up with you; What? Why? What’s going on babe?
I am a writer, and I can’t write without feeling things, I haven’t been feeling it since I met you.
But baby, how can that be my fault, I haven’t done anything wrong, he protested.
Shut up and fuck me to oblivion, my head hurts.
He obliged, she is his sin and everything is about her.
* This is written based on Denise’s Six Sentence Story prompt – Sin