☘ "Maybe sometimes being lost is the best thing that could happen to you, because then you have nothing to lose. But for just this once I don't mind losing."
Maureen is a girl who has been on streets all her life, her life has been hard enough unt...
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The dull image of Magenta caressing my head couldn't leave my mind. It might be a dream and it might be not but it was kind of amazing how that dull image could make me feel.
Besides other things Magenta had never done being drunk was one of them and being a person living on streets it was surprising. She was thinking millions time before taking a shot of beer.
We sat down on the top of the hill with the fire burning right in front of us and night chill setting in. The stars were shining brightly and the moon was reflected in the lake in front of us.
"You know we met when it was spring." She reminded me with a fond smile.
How can I forget, she spray painted me?
"And you didn't know who I was," I answered her with a faint smile of memory.
"I thought you were some handsome arrogant guy."
"I will hold on to handsome." I was foolishly happy at her compliment.
"You must hear it a lot." She rolled her eyes.
"Yeah but most of the time I don't care."
While she admired the fire I unintentionally ended up staring at her. I never realised it before but it struck me now. She was beautiful. Not in a gorgeous goddess kind of way but in a real, survivor kind of way like the moon with scars.
And my insane mind morphed a thought in my head. The sky will always have stars, infinite all shining brightly. But there is one moon and night when it is not in the sky, everything becomes darker.Magenta was the moon to my sky.
She shivered a bit and took a gulp of beer from the can.It was the fourth can and I was thinking about stopping her but there was a playful smile on her lips and for just this once she felt free from all the pain and burden.
"Jer, stop staring, you are making me blush." She said in a drunken tone and putting her hands on her probably blushing cheeks.
I felt a bit embarrassed myself.
"Stop drinking now Magenta." I snatched the bear from her hand and she fucking giggled.
"I loovveee when you call me Magenta." I had to groan at her state.
She was putting herself in danger then. I should not find this adorable.
"Okay, it is still time for sunrise, go to sleep. I will wake you up." I said sternly.
"But I want to tell you my story." She pouted like a child and I grew even more helpless.
Where is the Jeremy from a few months back? Why is this heart beating like crazy?
"Go on."
"I don't remember my real parents but I do remember when my foster mom took me in. She was cruel." She said like a whining child.
