Possess | hood

08. a lift

'i really should get going' she said 

her cheeks darkening like the sky outside as the boy held onto her wrist 

'please stay.' 

the girl was not used to being needed, 

and so she did all she knew how to do 

she backed down

she changed her mind

she pleased him 

she said yes. 

she drew her fingers back from his hand and wrapped them round her mug

for even the scalding china was a welcome relief 

from the burn of his skin on hers.

and so they talked for a little longer

the sky blushing shades of pink and orange and red that bled through the windows of the cafe 

and painted the boys face a riot of colours

so he seemed almost inhuman,

a gift:

sent from heaven. 

and the girl couldn't help think 

as she stared into the caverns of his eyes 

that lucifer had been a fallen angel too. 

she pushed the thoughts from her mind as she pushed sugar round her saucer with the flat of her finger

catching the look of the waiter as he turned a "closed" sign round in the window. 

'we should go.' she said, reaching for her purse to pay for the drinks. 

'let me.' the boy insisted, placing coins upon the table. 

'really i couldn't.' the girl protested

'a gift.' 

the boy said, 'from me.' 

and of course the girl could not refuse a gift. 

so when the boy offered her a lift home she said yes to that too. 


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wow so at the moment possess is ranked 212 in poety (idk if it will be still by the time you read this) but it would be amazing to get it ranked even higher? thank you so much for reading this btw