"I'm broken. I'm reckless. I'm crazy. But love, that's just my way of normality."
*~*~*~*~*~*
art boy's house wasn't a house.
it was a flat.
the walls a pale beige color,
she passed her hands along the faded cement,
admiring the many pictures he owned.
colorful swirls filled her irises as they landed on one particular painting on the wall.
slashes of red.
slips of green.
dabs of blue.
mixed until it became a swirl of independent color now united as one with white.
her fascination towards the picture left as her thoughts of insanity that once dissipated from her mind,
now crawled back in with delight.
it was her.
she was the swirl of color.
he painted her.
slashes of red.
slips of green.
dabs of blue.
and chains locked around the neck of an object.
"is this what you see me as?"
he showed from around the corner of the room.
"yes."
she scoffed.
"you see me as a bunch of colors with chains around its neck?"
he squinted at her,
walked forward,
and looked at her.
"no. I see art. I see candid imaginations buried in that swirl of insanity.
her breath quickened at his closeness.
the mint stained on his breath like kryptonite.
fanning her face.
it was almost like him.
no it wasn't.
he was different.
but right then,
in that very moment,
she focused on the swirl,
and his lips against hers.
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...
