Trust Me. I'm Lying - (SLOWLY EDITING)

The Fear Before The Phrase: Chapter 25

I couldn't decide which quote fit best. Enjoy!

1. Love is an ingrate

That lifts you for a while

And drops you just because.

Love is two in one

That at the end are no one

That gets used to lying.

Love is the beauty

That feeds on sadness

And in the end, it always leaves.

—Ricardo Arjona, "El Amor"

(translated to English)

2. "You'll know it's love

when the wrinkles resting

at the end of his eyes

become your favorite feature.

When 'good morning' is shared

with the rats of the street

and people become flowers

and the earth is gold.

And you create your clouds

to walk upon

And everything you look

is painted with possibility.

You'll know it's love

when you see nothing and everything

and it all looks the same.

And it all looks like him."

—Andrea Michelle

_________________________________________________________

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE:

The Fear Before The Phrase.

I awake with a start, covered in a cold sweat, with my hair plastered across my neck and temples, and my eyes burning. I've been crying in my sleep—I still am. My head was aching, and my breath came out in gasps.

I sat up, fumbling with the light switch on my bedside table, the darkness reminding me of the nightmare. I switched it on, and my room flooded with light.

I stood and went to the bathroom, tears flowing down my cheeks. The water I gathered on my hands was shaking. I splashed my face with water again and again until it was numb with cold. I looked at myself in the mirror, to my red-rimmed eyes and the purplish circles underneath them, the wild hair.

It's been a while since I had a vivid nightmare. It took me by surprise. The memory of it was already fading, though. However, I'm not sure why I was freaking out.

I went and sat down on my window seat, taking my phone with me. I looked at the time display and then out the window. There was a hue of lighter blue along the horizon, telling me dawn was coming. I sighed and pressed the digits of the phone number I had memorized without planning.

Carson answered on the third ring, like usual. His voice was laced with tiredness, but there. It was like a ton of bricks had been lifted from my shoulders.