Thursday, April 7, 2011
The good always comes right after the bad. I felt my love for her explode the moment I understood that she was never coming back. "I don't love you anymore." He said to her, she could see, while staring into his face, by how cold his eyes were that he wasn't lieing. "I don't. I can't, we should stop this." There was a crowd of people around. "No" she answered "you're mine." He knew she was right, she had her hand twisted, her fingers gripping him from the back, she was holding his belt. "Stop holding me back, I can't stay with you anymore." He didn't love her anymore. He started walking out of the crowd toward his freedom, he could see the people watching him, he was dragging her behind him. "You're not going anywhere" she said emotionless. She didn't look like herself, the sunglasses, the makeup, the black tights. She looked like a girl, at least she wanted to look like one. He could see it, appreciate it, but he knew that the others surrounding them could see her for what she was. He stopped amongst the people, she was close, linked to his back end. From a distance they must have looked like they were in love as he turned to her, "Let go" he said grabbing her by the waist. She smiled and drew him in, "Give me a kiss." she said. He wanted to, it would have been easier. He could have forgotten himself in her, "No" he said. "We're over." She pulled him even closer and dug her long fake nails into his side. "Kiss me" she demanded. He was seized with the desire to give, he didn't love her but he wanted to. "You're sick baby"