8:00 am is what the clock read.
I had gotten up and painted at 4:00 am.
Devon woke at 6:00 am.
We danced until 7:30 am.
At 7:45 she got in the shower.
Then so did I.
It was now 8,
I had a towel around my waist,
And my short hair brushed and air drying.
I picked out a pair of highwaisted jeans and a striped top.
I grabbed fuzzy socks too.
What would life be without fuzzy sock?
Boring
What would life be without Devon?
Pointless
What would life be without him?
Pointless because i never would have met Devon.
I looked in the mirror after getting dressed and brushing my teeth.
I groaned at the sight.
I hated everything about myself.
I'm not good enough for Devon.
I'm not good enough for him.
I'm not good enough for anyone.
I should disappear.
Devon came in the doorway and raised an eyebrow at me.
I looked at her through the mirror and my mind stopped working.
Instead of asking myself in my head,
I said it out loud.
"Why am I so ugly? Im not good enough for you."
She waved a finger at me and tistked.
She walked over to me and wrapped her arms around me.
I had gotten used to the feeling of butterflies exploring my stomach.
I had gotten used to the tingle of her skin on mine.
I loved it.
"Oh sweety,
Your not ugly.
Society is"
She turned me around and looked me in the eyes.
I got lost in the beauty of her emerald eyes.
They had a hint of yellow in them,
And lots of shades of green.
They reminded me of the forest.
It holds many creatures,
All of beauty,
And is easy to get lost in.
She was my forest.
Full of surprises,
And nothing about her is less than perfect.
Her looks invite you to get to know her.
Her personality is what makes you stay and fall in love.
"Your beautiful Roux,
Purely flawless.
You just don't see it.
But everyone else does."
My cheeks heat and I drink in the sweet taste of her angelic voice.
Maybe she's right.
But if she was right,
Then why would I not be good enough for him?
YOU ARE READING
Bitter-Sweet ✔️
Short StoryI stand and get the stuff for my next class. I watch you watching her. How your entire body seems to fill with compassion. The twinkle in your eyes. I watch and feel my heart breaking a little more. Second by second. Hundreds of broken peices become...