Alpha Wright #Wattys2015
(Previously called 'Little White Rose')
"What's your favorite color?"
"Because it's symbolized. Like your expected to wear a white wedding dress, because white represents purity. But none of us are pure. We all have our demons. None of us are perfect. Little miss perfect is self-conscious. Sluts have been broken. And bullies have been bullied. We all picture white as good and black as bad. Light vs dark. But even the light has a darkness. When you light a candle you cast a shadow. You can't have light without the darkness. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it." I laughed. "You can't light up a room if it wasn't dark to begin with." I sighed. "My parents used to tell me that good always wins. That even the dimmest of lights outshines the darkness. That even though there's always darkness, they'll always be a light. No matter what." I could feel the tears threading to fall and I slowly looked up at James.
He looked at me and then slowly started to lean in. This kiss wasn't like the the others we shared. It was passionate yet sweet. Hard yet soft and most importantly.
He put all of his love into that kiss and I gladly returned.
At that moment everything was perfect.
If only I knew then, how wrong I really was.
If only I knew then, that perfection doesn't exist.
If only I knew then, that someone was watching us.
If only I knew then...