"Okay Evan, but seriously
you cannot deny that Dali
paints strange artwork."
Okay, true
but that doesn't mean
he took drugs, babe.
"Fine, I'm done
debating with you!
I'm waving my white flag,
I surrender, jerk."
She playfully pushes,
but I grab her on time
to pull her in for a kiss.
"Do you know what
this painting reminds me of?"
Hmm?
"Sushi.
Can we go for some?"
We, most definitely can.
"Awesome. But first,
I'm heading to the bathroom.
Meet you at the entrance, okay?"
Nodding,
we temporally split ways.
I started working early
and leaving during noon.
It was a great schedule.
When I reached the entrance,
a familiar face was waiting at the doors.
I attempted to leave,
so I wouldn't have to confront her,
but it was too late.
"Evan!"
My failed attempt
forced me to turn around
and greet her.
Hello. Paloma!
She reached for a hug,
and out of kindness,
I let her.
Don't you have a restraining
order from coming here?
"Yeah, but Campbell doesn't
come in today and
plus I need to pick
up my sister."
Sister?
"Well, technically,
halfsister."
Oh no.
"We have to go
take care of some family issues.
Plus, I wanted to see you.
After we kissed,
you just left without
any words"
All of a sudden,
I felt like I've forgotten
how to speak.
Paloma kept
leaning in closer,
and I felt frozen in place.
She was just a few
inches away when...
"Lo,
what the hell are you doing?"
Lydia came in-between
and pushed Paloma away.
Lo?
"Wait a minute.
Lydia, he's the one
you were talking about
to mom?"
She talked to her
mom about me?
"Mona seriously,
I've seen you do low things,
but this just tops all of them!"
Paloma laughs
and looks at me.
"You haven't told her,
haven't you?"
And just like that,
Lydia looked at me
not wanting to believe
her thoughts.
"Evan, tell me what?"
I could hear in her tone,
she didn't want to be right.
She wanted me to swear
that Paloma was lying.
We kissed but-
"Stop. That's all I need to know."
She sucked her lips in,
her eyes watered,
and gave me a final look.
The pale green eyes
that I saw two months ago,
became filled with betrayal.
All it took
was two words.
The girl,
who I was certain
was the one,
left.
Paloma stood there
not ashamed of what
she did to her own sister.
"Well,
gotta go take care
of family issues
and apparently
her feelings as well."
For the best,
I kept my mouth shut.
The only thing I
never want to do occurred:
hurt that precious soul.
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Aesthetic
Short StoryEvan is not sure if its the art or her that takes his breath away. Highest Rank: #135 in Poetry; #604 in Short Story