Aesthetic short stories

Bittersweet tragedy

Sleeping bodies lay intertwined with one another. Snores filling the silent room, a blue light casting over them softly.

One of them stirred awake, groaning quietly from sleeping deeply. A confused look, then remembering that she was in bed with her lover, and only awoke because of the dream she had monetarily.

Pink lips curling into a small smile. A loving gaze at her sleeping girl. She looked even more beautiful in this state. Their cat, named popcorn hopped onto the bed.

The tired gal stroked popcorns head, a purr emitting from his cute self.

After popcorn was sastfied with his pets and pats, he curled up onto the pillows and slept.

The girl who was suppose to be asleep was not so tired as she was before, so she decided to stay up a bit longer. Slowly getting herself unwrapped from blankets and limbs, she crept over to the desk near the front end of the room.

Miscellaneous items placed all over the top along with a jar of water used for painting. Snips of paper and yarn on the floor. It was her desk of creativeness as she called it. Where early morning or in this case, late night bursts of idea's come to life.

Pulling the chair out and gracefully sitting down, she opened a drawer. Inside was loose paper and random supplies, but it was the drawing pad inside is what she most wanted.

A pastel purple pen was attached to it, her favorite pen to do everything with. Moving some stuff to the side, a space was cleared for the pad to lay. Flipping past doodles and random writing here and there, a clear page was now presented.

Her head and hand both took over. From writing a story to illustrating it, small sketches to picture what was happening visually. The story was about two people who were not in love anymore. One to dramatic and stereotypical, the other fed up with this movie like love.

The character had some emotional issues, and the "lover" thought kisses and sweet words fixed it all. It didn't, and they wanted them to understand that. This type of stuff is never just fixed immdielty in a snap. It takes time and many failures to do so. And even then it's never gone, only somewhat controlled.

"Im done, with your bitter sweet tragedy. It's no fun, when im sitting all alone your right infront of me."

Just hold me, hug me. Tell me im not ok, and that's not bad. Because bad people can become good people, if you have the patience to try and the impatience to not.

"You speak sour lemonade to me. The bitter taste won't leave me be."

Your way of trying to talk to me was sour. I say i want to cuddle, or go out. You spit sour remarks saying "oh im to busy, maybe another day." Many would read that as sugary, like your sincere and really mean it. But no, i tasted the grapefruit in your teeth. Nasty bitter undertone like work was more important than me.

"Melting through the cracks in my hands
I guess I held on for too long."

Years.

This went on, prominent tears cascaded on my blue painted cheeks. I felt so alone. Your never around anymore, excuses build up higher than your damn ego. But my own two piercing eyes can knock down that tower of lies. Work isn't holding you back, It's the little marks on your back. Hues of blue and purple dot your legs.

I know a love bite when i see one.

"Your sugar rots my teeth, clogs up my arteries."

They say god forgives.

But i doubt he'll ever forgive the shit you put me through.

I cried. You had sex with me. I told you i felt alone, anxious for a reason i couldn't find. Sweet nothing's was not the answer i needed. They were nothing but useless calories.

Maybe god won't forgive you, or me.

Because im not letting you win this battle honey. Not without blood being spilled like milk.

"Im done, with your bitter sweet tragedy."

The girl finished the small story, quite pleased with how it came to be. It was something new she'd never wrote before. It was refreshing..

A tired yawn escaped her lips, and now it was time to sleep again. Scooting the chair back some but careful to be quiet, she crept back over the bed. The other girl still asleep soundlessly. Tucking herself in while popcorn the cat moved to in between the two.

Tired eyes close, sleep consuming her once more.

Atleast her girl would never do such a thing like the lover in her story. She'd never do such a thing as to cheat.

Or so she thought.

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