"pacify her, she's getting on my nerves. you don't love her. stop lying with those words."
*~*~*~*~*~*
she saw him with a girl.
she was short.
pale.
a bit red at times.
she smiled a lot.
it seemed real.
genuine.
a word that didn't exist to m a r a.
she didn't know how she felt,
when they walked the halls together.
with shy,
love drunk grins on their faces.
she wasn't sure how her heart was beating,
when his arm was around her.
and she didn't know why her eyes flared in anger every time he looked at her like that.
like how he used to look at m a r a.
she didn't care.
yes she did.
the constant tug-of-war was deafening,
raging,
monstrous.
her demons paid her a visit that day.
they demanded release.
over.
and over.
and over.
until she gave up again.
in the same spot,
on the same dirty floor,
where her demons laughed with a boastful cheer,
and her eye faucet leaked continuously,
leaving her with images of him.
and her.
sincerely, m a r a.
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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...
