I didn't realize how much I loved him until he wasn't mine to love anymore.
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Mia is a girl oblivious to love. Emotionally broken.
Lucas is a boy who is somehow always happy.
This is a short story about Mia trying to regain Lucas's heart and atte...
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It was the night of prom.
I decided to wear red. Even though it's a bold color, many people claimed I could pull it off. I looked in the mirror and frowned. Big dark blue eyes stared back at the girl wearing a skin tight red dress in the mirror. Her hair was messy from dancing, bits and pieces of gold locks tumbling out of an elegant bun. Her cheeks were flushed pink from the heat of bodies pressed close to each other. Her lips were pale, rubbed clean of her pink lipstick from supporting a painfully large fake smile the entire night.
Did I pull off red? I could kind of see it with my blue eyes framed by long lashes and lined with brown eyeliner. But then again, my skin was so fair from the brutally cold winter and my pale arms almost looked paper white against the harsh red.
A mirror is supposed to be a reflection of yourself. But for me, it was always distorted. All I could point out were my flaws and little imperfections. I couldn't see the beauty and talent others say I possess.
The night was almost at an end. I wanted to leave before it was impossible with cars rushing to exit the parking lot. I was alone and miserable. I didn't know where everyone went. Everything was disoriented even though I was sober.
Red.
It was painful now. Not just a color. It brought back memories. I swallowed a large lump in my throat, bringing my eyes away from my appearance in the mirror. My pale arm. They were faint, but they were extremely visible to me. The culprit of those scars. I squeezed my eyes shut as I felt the pain. Stinging skin. Puffy eyes. Empty chest.
I don't know how long I stared. But finally, I was out of my mental cage. I shook my head rapidly and gasped. French tipped nails digging into my palms. This pain would distract from the other, addictive pain. The memories that would tempt me to go back.
Suddenly, I felt suffocated. I had to get out. I burst out of the bathroom door, greedily gulping down the fresh air. My feet were bare and sore from all of the dancing, so I carried my black heels in my right hand. I picked up he long skirt of my dress and hurried outside, needing to break away from all of the people.
Because even though I was in a room full of people, I felt so alone. I was alone.
Until him.
I was walking. Bare feet padding against the cool ground of the sidewalk next to the elegant hotel. My eyes were blank; staring at nothing. But they were staring at everything as the flashes of memories plagued my vision. My nails dug further into my palms.
Red. Red. Red. Red.
"Mia?"
I snapped my head up to meet the stare of Lucas. Piercing green eyes mixed with shades of blue. So unique. But I was too numb to feel anything. Not even surprise at seeing him here.
"Mee, what's wrong? Are you okay?"
"Yeah," I said, my voice hollow and void of emotion. But I could hear the brake in my own voice. I was most definitely not okay. And he knew.
