Ivory White was thinking about Chris Connor again. Chris was a cute guy with brunette eyes and pale fingers.
Ivory walked over to the window and reflected on her crazy surroundings. She had always hated loud Clubs with its narrow, nasty Neon Lights. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel worried.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was shadow figure of Chris Connor.
Ivory gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was an articulate, special, light drinker with green eyes and smooth fingers. Her friends saw her as a dizzy, damp deity, lost woman they knew something was up.
Once, she had made it to the seated area she began to think of the time she had made tea for an injured bird. She wasn't in her right mind.
The rain hammered like rampaging rabbits, making Ivory nervous. Ivory grabbed a squishy that had been bought nearby; she squeezed it with her brittle, bruised fingers.
As Ivory stepped outside and Chris came closer, she could see the violet anger on his face from her getting drunk. Was she trying to drown her feelings?
They looked at each other with mixed feelings, like a lion and a bunny training for a war.
She thought she was going to love him until she realized the toxicity and danger their relationship was causing.
She keeps getting hurt, mentally at most. He was judgy , rude, and cold hearted. His feelings for her weren't ever real.
But she loves him. She wont leave him, she will just only continue to get hurt and potentially hurt herself.
Guess it will end with Him
