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Sense of Direction
Xielle
"Parted lips, dark hair, dark eyes – no, no!
Think about his lies, his deceptions!
I can't let his kisses and this attraction twist
my sense of direction…"
Oneshot. Drabble.
"...and with my sense of direction, we'll never get lost!"
- A best friend, who is the inspiration for the idea and the title, and to whom the story is dedicated to.
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Parted lips, dark hair, dark eyes – they mean something entirely different to me now.
Wrong!
Who should I be? What was I supposed to do? – I don't know.
Wrong!!
Between what's Right and what's Wrong? – They don't make sense anymore.
Wrong!!!
Soft lies and well-placed kisses… false words and lingering touches – they're all the same but I can't bring myself to care.
Wrong!!!!
I shouldn't – couldn't! – Allow myself fall for this façade.
I shouldn't – mustn't! – Let his ministrations twist my sense of direction.
I shouldn't. I couldn't. I mustn't.
But, I…
But...
I'm not so sure anymore.
Wrong!
And I know it is – so very, very wrong – but…
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