(white ferrari - frank ocean)
He let her go first. Brad had already laid two straight lines on a mirror he took from the room.
They were sitting on the ground outside, but it wasn't cold. Distant sounds of fireworks, but they didn't care that it was past new year's eve. In fact they couldn't concentrate on any of their surroundings. The white powder was the only thing that was on their mind.
She took the rolled up piece of paper Brad gave her. The lines was almost captivating. She bowed her head down, sniffing one of them up, then tilting her head backwards.
Elizabeth blinked twice, already feeling the pleasurable sensation. It was a long time ago she did. Her body temperature felt warm, a lot warmer than usual. I made her felt like she was floating, but still heavy.
She was just about to let her torso fall down, but somehow she stayed up. Brad eagerly did the same as Elizabeth did before, snorting the rest up. She couldn't hold herself up anymore, her body fell back, but hit a wall. She leaned her back against it.
One pair of eyes were fixated on Brad's face. They were almost glued on.
He glanced at her too, but not for long. His eyes rolled back, pupils hiding under the eyelids. Rapid small breaths was coming from his mouth. His lips were parted, as he lifted up his chin. Pleasurable and euphoric feelings fills them up. So wrapped up in it, Brad also fall slowly down.
He honestly looked like he was having an orgasm.
Feeling drowsy, she closed her eyes with the heavy eyelids.
"Do you believe in God?" She heard his voice speak softly to her. It made her even more calm.
"I don't know, do you?"
"Yeah." He breathed out, along with a small chuckle. "I pray sometimes." He the said in a slurred voice. Elizabeth couldn't imagine him praying. He didn't seem like the type, who cared about his religion.
"I'd wish, the devil didn't have anything on me," He kept on mumbling, and she kept on listening. Something about his voice, was soothing. "But he has."
"I've used my body. Prostitution is immoral, it is a sin. 'The body is not intended for sexual immorality, but for the Lord, and the Lord for the body'." He suddenly quoted.
"I'm sorry," he wasn't talking to her anymore. She managed to open up her eyes. "Please forgive me." He was still tilting his head back, with closed eyes. She couldn't quite figure out if the drugs really got into him or he was genuine.
Brad was true to his religion. He didn't follow the rules, but he believed that God would let him in heaven if he wanted forgiveness. And he wanted, just not at that point.
They felt like they were in sedation. Her body was still in pleasure, but not as much as before. It was still nice though. Brad was in his pleasure rush, still. Her looking at him, noticing he was smiling to himself.
She smiled as well, feeling a happy feeling. Elizabeth didn't think about her shitty life. She didn't think about any sorrow.
He opened up his eyes, gazing at her with his eyelids half down. "Come here," he mumbled. His hand reached out for hers, pulling Elizabeth closer to him, and they both fell down leaning against the cold brick wall. She laid her head against his chest, as they sat there between buildings and brick walls. Nobody was there. All alone. Always.
"Do you believe in love then?"
"Fuck no." He said without hesitation. "Love doesn't mean anything, neither does fucking, or kissing."
"I mean a casual fuck can be nice, but it's all meanigless." He said with a chuckle. She didn't answer.
His breathing was now steady, she could tell by his voice he was still relaxed. She didn't know why they were like this. Sometimes drugs made you hyper and all around in a giddy mood. They were just laying there, though with a little smile brought to their lips.
Only a temporary one though. Elizabeth knew that tomorrow or later, that she was gonna be - as well as him - careless and unconcerned.
"I do believe in love."
"Bullshit." And she just shook her head. Not that she thought that she was gonna experience it, but it wasn't bullshit.
"Babe, don't waste your time on that."
