’Admit it. Say it.’
She could smell his breath. Putrid.
She plunged the cold hard metal into his stomach, bright red blood soiled her sky blue kimono. Just as she heard laughter and banter from her kitchen.
She whispered.
‘You’re starting to sound like a broken record.’
They walked inside.
Fake smiles, vibes askew. Two people in a time and space continuum.
Scissors
noun
tool for cutting things that consists of two long, flat, sharp pieces of metal that are joined together
‘Good Morning,’ said the warm friendly voice in her headset.
Keen intellect. Intuitive empathy. Quiet vulnerability.
They both shared a childlike conviction – in azure skies, vibrant rainbows, mythical creatures.
Smiling, she turned up the volume. Her voice calm as she articulated her plans.
For one enchanted moment across continents, the Sun and Moon cast their languorous incandescence in complete harmony.
Confluence / kɒnflʊəns / Noun
An act or process of merging. Often used to talk about the coming together of factors or ideas, or of cultures in a diverse city
Be you, my child.
Love, with all your heart.
Trust. Be trustworthy.
Set your standards real high.
You’ll see emotions and principles on barter in the name of success, fame or money.
Stand strong.
And don’t lose faith.
Know that every Hero who’s on display needs someone
You be that person – that ‘someone’.
Listen objectively, speak your mind, do not judge, never betray.
No matter what.
That takes immense strength of character.
And soon, without even realizing it, you become your own Hero.
Not the one on public display.
Nor the one that’s surrounded by frenzied fickle fans.
Nor the one who’s paid the price to a point of no return
You become that Hero who stays true to himself.
The real one.
Unshakeable.
Against all odds.
From Mom.
He emptied the vial into his mouth, his features transformed into a familiar face. And then another. One by one. People she knew well over the years, loved dearly.
‘We’re programmed to love a certain kind of person. That’s absolute.
Names? faces? Those are random.’
He walked out of the door, from her life.
Physics /ˈfɪzɪks/noun
the branch of science concerned with the nature and properties of matter and energy.
The doorbell rang, he stepped inside with a smile.
She sipped her latte, carefully examining her work, paintbrush in hand.
‘Next time, something earthier.’
Her wallpaper designs were widely acclaimed. Made from colors that dripped like blood.
avant-garde /ˌavɒ̃ˈɡɑːd/ noun
new and experimental ideas and methods in art, music, or literature.
‘Black coffee,’ she mumbled groggily, placing her laptop on their bed.
She could hear his gentle snores as she walked towards the kitchen.
They found clumps of human hair and teeth arranged in what looked like columns and rows. Forensics was largely unclear as to source.
The laptop battery was 100% charged.
The bed was unused, it was determined no one had slept in.
‘She quit her job, left town. It’s a prank,’ they said.
Workaholic /wəːkəˈhɒlɪk/ noun
a person who compulsively works excessively hard and long hours.
‘My demons won’t go away, you can’t deal with them.’
She smiled at him, eyes glittering bright with hidden anguish.
He looked at her helplessly, the inexplicable torment of their complex existence writ large on his face.
They both knew he wasn’t strong enough. For her.
Some goodbyes are real.
Covered up with fake hellos.
au revoir /ˌəʊ rəˈvwɑː French o ʀəvwaʀ/ exclamation
goodbye until we meet again.
Piercing grey eyes, mop of brown hair, boyish smile. Striking ink-blue T-shirt.
And a lazy afternoon.
His arm almost around her waist, not touching her at all.
She steps a little closer, shy, confused.
His eyes never left hers that day on.
And she never stopped smiling.
Love /lʌv/ noun
a strong feeling of affection.
Waves crashed mercilessly against black jagged rocks.
She met his eyes, her face filled with tenderness and equanimity. And jumped into the icy-cold waters, the foam warmly beckoning as it churned ferociously.
She woke up with a start.
‘Honey? It’s Sunday. Breakfast in bed,’ he grinned, placing the tray in front of her.
Her wrists bruised blue from the gnarled rope, ankles chafed from rusted chains bound to the bed.
Surrender /səˈrɛndə/ verb
stop resisting to an enemy or opponent and submit to their authority.
‘Shark!’ screamed the voice, filled with terror.
She woke up trembling. And reached for the glass of water.
It dragged her into the murky depths.
With pupils rolled back in its head, eyes eerie white.
The water turned bloody and dark.
And still.
He pulled on a classic white shirt, blue jeans, sprayed cologne, and quietly shut the door behind him.
Shark-Eyes
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=shark%20eye
Piercing light-blue eyes that stand out beautifully yet eerily. Shark eyes are (supposedly), an indicator of the loss of good judgment, sense of surroundings, and morality.
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