"before I leave, kiss me once, twice, three times. so I'll know it was you how took my breath away."
*~*~*~*~*~*
he was painting again.
one dull color staining his hand.
by now it should have fallen off.
his breathing was shattered.
broken.
battered.
and he wouldn't stop.
he knew it was his fault.
j u l I a.
m a r a.
all his fault.
passion fueled,
the room took more beatings from a lost boy with a broken heart.
hoping for her,
he kept going.
*~*~*
her moans fueled his fire,
it made him determined,
louder.
*~*~*
he kept breaking,
dying.
metallic liquid seeping through his mouth.
*~*~*
faster.
deeper.
euphoric sounds of ecstasy echoed through art boy's bedroom as they got closer.
*~*~*
his screams mixed with hers and they both fell.
and they both cried themselves the sleep.
but this time, only one was held as they sobbed.
and it wasn't i s i a h.
sincerely, m a r a.
YOU ARE READING
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...
