"It's 11:11, make a wish"
"It's all a vicious lie
I wished for love,
it never came."
"Maybe you just didn't realise it" I say and lean over.
"But I wished for you......"
"You lie " he says touching my lips.
"You just want to prove me wrong,
someone like you can never love me."
"Why?" I ask "Is it a sin to love you?"
"Yes darling. The devil isn't a person
you can love."
x
**Victor speaks in italics
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Short Storytranclucère [ latin ] | trans-lu-cre | » to shine through » // translucent // not completely clear or transparent but clear enough for light to pass through *happens when incandescent badboy meets hapless poet* poetry/not poetry which has turned in...
