'Kohl.'
'Huh?'
'I've decided. I'll call it Kohl.'
'Oh.'
'Oh.' He smiled.
Half in pain, half in rage, he bid her goodbye, before closing the door.
But a knock suddenly sounded, and he opened it again.
'Why Kohl though?'
One hand on his abdomen, the other clutching her phone, she welcomed herself inside. Curiously, she stared at his face, waiting for a reply.
'Smudged at the ends, but perfect in the middle. Choosing to smear it on. She stands everyday in front of the mirror, in the morning. Her eyes exotic and unique, as the gr- the blue in them brightens, when she smiles at the beauty around.'
She crinkles her nose at him, laughing afterwards, her hand patting his chest, where once his heart resided.
'Works for me, Kohl-boy.'
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She stands in front of the mirror, a wet wipe in her hand, as she stops mid air.
When she realizes...
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|KOHL|
Short Storyher kohl-ed eyes and painted lips each day captured his heart; never to let go... |06 DECEMBER 2017| AUTHORED BY KAROLINE WOLFE Registered under Asian Patent Attorneys Association(APAA) for intellectual property protection.
