"everything that kills me makes me feel alive."
*~*~*~*~*~*
he didn't see her the next day.
and the day after that.
and the day after that.
a week passed that m a r a wasn't in school.
he looked.
he asked.
but he didn't give up.
he had to find her.
her friends were no help.
hell they didn't even notice her absence.
finally giving up he sat on the worn out brown bench in the park, right by the big fountain.
the same bench he and her sat on at night when she snuck into his window.
the same night that her smile was real.
the same night he really saw her.
then there was rain.
but that just fueled their passion.
they danced.
laughed.
smiled.
if a stranger walked by,
it might have seemed like two stupid kids dancing in the rain.
but they looked in love.
so it was okay.
that was also the time she opened up to him.
the time she talked about her dysfunctional family,
her dick of a father.
her whore of a mother.
her druggie of a brother.
but she said it with a smile.
like she wasn't ashamed to say that her family was broken.
but I knew she was.
I knew it hurt her to say all those things.
her pride was just to big for her heart,
if she had one.
but then he remembered something.
the day they sat in his room with cassette tapes scattered all over his bed.
the panicked expression on her face when she realized how late it was.
and the pain he saw in her eyes when she left him with a small,
" goodbye."
his eyes widened in realization.
holy fuck.
sincerely m a r a.
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Sincerely, Mara. {Wattys2015}
Short StoryStory #1 in the 'The Hourglass Effect' series. She forgot it was an act. That it was a lie. She forgot that she's broken, and can't fall in love. So she made him fall for her . Made him think she was perfect. But what she didn't know, was that the...
