"he trapped me. caged me. and I let him. but now I can't get out."
*~*~*~*~*~*
she had momentarily forgotten where they were until he sniffled.
and she pulled away.
he whimpered at the loss of her warm, full body against his cold and dead one.
his eyes reached her eyes.
her eyes reached his mouth.
and in a split second,
their lips collided.
in an acid race for dominance,
they clung together like leeches.
pulling back she touched her lips.
they felt tingly.
they felt full.
they felt... nice.
the corner of his mouth tugged up a bit at her confusion.
she looked at him.
her looked at her.
"do you still hate me?"
"no."
he sighed in relief.
"I don't still hate you. I just, hate you."
fear crossed his features before a feeling of confusion came over him.
"what does that mean?"
"I can't still hate someone I didn't hate before."
"oh."
so she didn't still hate him.
but she did now.
as confusing as it was,
he couldn't help but frown a bit.
she hated him.
and this time she confirmed it.
they sat in silence for a little before m a r a shifted uncomfortably.
"are you uncomfortable?"
her frown was prominent as her hand reached back under her,
pulling out a silver small rectangular thinned box shape.
a phone.
she turned on the phone,
and she gasped when her body flashed her eyes.
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...
