Short stories

"She never looked nice. She looked like art."

"She never looked nice. She looked like art"

She never looked nice. She has always looked like art. Because art wasn't supposed to look nice, it was supposed to make you feel something. And she did that. She made me feel something I have never felt before.

When she approached me with those big eyes and mischievous attitude, I knew I couldn't control myself anymore. And I knew she couldn't either. We gave in to the moment. It was not how I wanted it to happen. Even though I don't regret it, a thought always stuck to my head - what if she did?

I've been with numerous women. Everyone knows that. She knows that. Yet, she still chose me. How could a princess like her choose to have their first time in the back of a limo with someone like me?

Something about her elegance and sophistication always attracted me, but were her challenging ways that got over me most. This beautiful game we play, the tension rising in the atmosphere every time she comes near me. It sucks all the air out of my lungs and my thoughts empty.

However, I couldn't let her win. Yes, because she always had to win. Sadly, we were the same. I couldn't bear losing either. Our schemes lead us into this situation.

I remember the words she said to me before leaving with the lord. "Three words, eight letters. Say it, and I'm yours". It was my opportunity, and I lost it.

I always do this. When things get serious I run away and pretend nothing ever happened. Yet, a month later it was clear as the morning sky. I wanted her. I couldn't be without her. 

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Emma Adlar