"someone is in a good mood" mom's voice sounded distant , barely as loud as my thoughts .
"huh ?" , I answered bluntly
"You're rocking the chair back and forth" , she continued
" oh , I am ? maybe cause there's a song stuck in my head" , which is partially true .
"whats it called ?"
"Mirage"
The rest of the day was so slow , more like unhurriedly slow , roses in our backyard were redder , the sky was a bluer shade , the sun was slightly more yellow , as if every element in nature knew what love is , love is showing true colors for whoever looks for them.
Dinner was a silent war zone that day . glares shooting across the table , forks and knives clamming against the plates , but the lyrics replaying in my head were too loud to let me focus .
'lost , in the oasis of love , boy are you just a mirage ? feels like I'm caught in a storm ....'
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182 Days Of Beautiful Disasters
Short Story'Love will always be a game' A wolf in sheep's clothing , for help he cries . A girl with a glass heart, couldn't see his lies . Wolves pry , its in their eyes and she cant save herself , no matter how much she tries PS: all illustrations , includi...
