Siglaine:
Longing is indeed motherfucker.
Louis:
You know what else is some type of motherfucker?
Siglaine:
What?
Louis:
(Flipping through papers and then threw them one by one at Siglaine)
These ironies in life.
1. Passing through a lane and being reminded of you
2. Doing everything right and still for the wrong reason.
3. Loving someone who chooses to ignore you.
4. Being someone's reserves.
5. Falling in love with the feeling of being broken.
6. Believing in hate at first sight.
7. Having infatuations that worn out like thrift shop clothes.
8. Looks does not matter.
9. Reminiscing, because it never hurt to remember.
10. Living, when you actually dying.
Maryvessa:
Well I thought you two looked perfect together; one is the heart snatcher and the other one is the luminescent home wrecker.
YOU ARE READING
MASCARADA
General FictionThis is the dialogue that happened in my head. Some are truth, most are aberrations, and nothing was an exaggeration. MASCARADA is the epitome of my theater that never got a chance to come to light. So please, enjoy.
