"if you play with fire, you're bound to get burned."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
the cassette tapes were scattered across his bed.
isiah shuffled towards the bed slowly, his eyes locked on m a r a ' s dead ones.
he picked one up.
then put it in the player.
the soft hums of an slow song sounded in the room.
"why do you have these?" he asked quietly.
she smiled softly.
"sentimentality."
they sat and talked.
occasionally she pulled out a cigarette from her pocket.
she offered him one and he accepted it thankfully.
they didn't have sex.
they didn't get intimate.
they just... talked.
it was as if she could be her with him.
like all her flaws made her perfect to him instead of the fake persona she kept up in public.
like he didn't care about her scars and cuts, only her.
but of course she wouldn't let him know that.
over her dead body.
she wasn't going to fall in love with someone.
it doesn't seem right.
commitment seems like a cage.
and once you're in,
you can't get out.
sincerely m a r a.
YOU ARE READING
Sincerely, Mara. {Wattys2015}
Short StoryStory #1 in the 'The Hourglass Effect' series. She forgot it was an act. That it was a lie. She forgot that she's broken, and can't fall in love. So she made him fall for her . Made him think she was perfect. But what she didn't know, was that the...
