REAGAN WAS DYING. All she could provide were blank looks and emotionless smiles because Azriel Turner was gone. The boy with eyes of ash and stardust. The boy made of rust and gleam, iron and steel, the calm after a storm. The boy of sweet smiles and crooked teeth and messy hair and toffee skin. Azriel Turner was gone and Reagan had nothing to show for it.
Of course you do dearie, they crooned, cackling because they'd been right all along and Reagan wanted nothing more to break them the way she had been broken, you lost your heart. That's your souvenir.
But they were wrong. Reagan's heart wasn't her souvenir. Clarity was her parting gift. She could now see the hidden glint in his eyes, the wicked smile hidden in the darkest hour of dusk, charming words dripping like venom from his lips.
Azriel Turner was a pretty boy, Reagan knew now, destined to shatter your heart and wear the pieces like a crown just because he could.
Reagan hoped Azriel Turner wore her pieces like a trophy, just the way her father did. Chin tilted and a vicious smile with toxin dripping from his lips.
Her father had done the same exact thing. Just because he could.
Reagan was her mother, she now knew. Every bit of her. A mere reflection of lost, cracked eyes that hadn't listened to what they had said just because they could.
And all there was left to do now was sit as the calm after the storm passed.
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Short StorySIREN SMILES AND MEDUSA EYES- DON'T LOOK TO CLOSELY DEAR, OR THEY'LL BREAK YOUR HEART; IT'LL ALL FUN AND GAMES UNTIL YOUR HEART GETS BROKEN, DEAR, AND DON'T YOU FORGET IT. CEPARA © - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED - 2017 → WATTPAD FEATURED STORY
