Arabella Roberts
I knew that getting with Zayn was wrong. Even if he loves me and I reciprocate. Even if he doesn't love Lea as he thought. Even if he was gonna break up with her and be with me. Even if we made each other happy.
This was cheating. Cheating was one of the worst forms of betrayal, it was something I despised; so what was I doing?
I guess I hoped that maybe...maybe this time two wrongs make it right.
I know that two negatives don't make a positive. I know that asking Zayn to kiss me was wrong. I know that being with Zayn behind Lea's back is wrong. But maybe we can make it right.
Besides all the guilt, I felt ecstatic. I felt like we could be forever. But I know nothing lasts forever. Think of all the beautiful love stories you know, short or long. They end
Romeo and Juliet died, kings' and queens' reigns end. Even the stars, they burn out. The moon who fell in love with the sun dies a little every night just to let her breathe.
And the sun... The sun goes down and a dark cloak covers every trace of light there was.
And the question is, will we survive oblivion?
Do you remember every Romeo and Juliet?
Every king and queen?
Every shooting star you've wished upon?
People are forgotten easily, but I will never forger the piece of art beside me; inhaling nicotine and exhaling art and beauty.
Because the aesthetic beside me is the Picasso of art. The starry night. The Beethoven of music. The Einstein of minds. He can't be forgotten. Oblivion doesn't dare touch him because even though he's mortal; his trace and memory will be immortal for every appreciator of art. Because not only does he create art. He is art in every aspect.
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