Cruelty Of Love
The warmth in his palm made me cold.
He brought his lip close enough to touch my ear. Looking in the mirror with his dark side like a black moon reflected in the blue stream in my eyes, he said, "Look at this, how mismatched, how makeshift we look to each other. Do you think it's okay if it's not September?" he asked in a flat voice. My heart was burning with fire as if it were the closest planet to the sun. His cruel and hurtful words were killing another innocent part of me. "You think you know me, you never did. You thought I was a nice person, I've never been a nice person." The fake of heaven came crashing down on me, the absolute truth of hell appeared. "Lavin Pole, we are enemies."
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