"She is unbelievably gorgeous."
If I had to describe Paloma,
I'd say she is extremely lonely.
She uses her sick days to recover from hungover.
Quickly, Paloma is destroying herself.
Poisoning her blood with chemicals,
or God knows what.
When I first met her,
she had the bluest eyes that went with her raven black hair.
Recently, those eyes, became darker.
Almost as if a demon had taken over.
"Paloma, why do you find happiness
at the bottom of a bottle?"
She stopped admiring Madame X,
and tears formed in her eyes.
"Evan," she sniffles.
"I hate my life."
And in an embrace,
I held a broken angel
who lost her place.
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Cerita PendekEvan is not sure if its the art or her that takes his breath away. Highest Rank: #135 in Poetry; #604 in Short Story