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the fire that spreaded around the oil was too strong enough to put off with bucket-full of water.
the smell of crispy amber filled my nostrils.
no, there wasn't fire. it was barely even humid in here, the cold wind seeping me.
guilt washed over my features as i glanced at you from the desk behind.
didn't seem like you had a good party night yesterday, and those bruises exist to prove it.
what did you do this time, dear?
didn't you think coming back to her had prices and limitations? especially now she has a proper boyfriend?
you must be foolish and odd today, you constipated monkey.
"well, bravery had it's doubts doesn't it?"
"i did it for the good, avery."
"pfft, you can kiss my arse because that event that happened last night wasn't 'for the good' you fool."
"none of your damn business, sh*tface.."
wow, calling names? someone has to take the mature role over here.
dear, just when had the fire started?
why am i, the bucketful of water, is never enough? who can put away that amber red fierce?
it struck me that maybe- just maybe, i should give up on you. i have to, i need to. but where did my wants go? i wanted to fall inlove with you more.
i wanted to fix you, to be with you.
"gabriel?"
"what?"
"how do you feel about my liking towards you?"
"nothing special. i'd like to think infatuation."
"think about it, gab. you mean to say i'm unsure of my feelings?"
"yeah. open your eyes, ave. you couldn't like me."
"yeah, because i love you."
maybe i shouldn't have said that.
agreed, i really shouldn't have, because oh dear, you played along too- placing my heart in a dangerous place.
Love,
The girl who finally confessed.
YOU ARE READING
Oh dear
Poetry"maybe it was you and i, not we and us." in which she falls inlove, and she gets tricked by the illusions and thoughts of it. one sick delusional story, without true love.
