There's something in the mirror. I can tell. She just blinked.
Her face is painted. It's a dramatic mask to hide the rest of her fictitious dilemmas she created. Her witch's hair is gone, and now replaced with a fainted fire head of hair.
She now loves someone.
Someone who doesn't love her back due to the way they are.
At least... that's what she thinks, she really likes this person at least.
There's a glimpse of unnoticed, but a significant emptiness, a type of emptiness no one can see, not even the person who she fancies. The person who her unconditional heart trusted .
She's not mad at him.
She can never be mad at him.
She's jealous. Of him and another friend. They're friends, her and her, but the creature in the water is starting to see a completely different side.
The emptiness grows deeper, and it turns red, showing a clear anger swimming deep in the depths of her flower petals in her iris.
She's angry at life. How God made her like this. The jealous type, full of envy and paranoia.
But she isn't mad at her friend. Best friend.
Probably the best friend she's had in a long time. Because not only do they have fun but she loves him. No, like him, she corrected herself. She fancies him. Only fancies him.
That's a bad thing though, because he doesn't love her back. It's not possible.
He never will.
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It's really short, but that's what most of these chapters will be.
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poetry and prose
Short Storymy attempt of writing stuff, mostly short stories and free verse poetry please remember this is an attempt, i would appreciate the reviews though :)
