s p a rks fl y (in suicide letters)
She stared him down, a blank unreadable face, eyes focused on the prize.
Pair of brown orbs flicker back and forth, scrunching.
He glances at her, half heartedly, and then returns his gaze back towards the brown eyes he often thinks about.
She rolls her eyes, lips pursed, thoughts made up.
Brown pools, focusing on the many colors of hazel swimming; day dreaming again.
He goes out of his way just to have those brown specks land on him.
She smiles a broad smile, proud and confident—the prize just nearly flat in her palm.
Brown stares a little too long.
She catches the brown longing stare meant for him; jaw clenched, teeth clamped.
He is oblivious.
Brown orbs shoot down towards feet.
She smiles toothily; he's hers almost.
His hazel eyes scrunch and his eyebrows crinkle as brown avoids his usual soft gaze.
Brown is no longer a free color.
She's set her trap.
He steps right into it, hazel eyes hopeless.
She wins.
Brown pools with liquid.
He loses.
Now look who's oblivious?
…
Brown's out of the game.
She wraps him around her pinky.
Brown's sees a lot more than expects.
His ignorance is frustrating.
She goes a little too far to secure this.
Brown's gone.
Pieces of him are gone too.
only suicide letters are left.
:::
"The story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now…" –Taylor Swift
…
What started as a typical boy meets girl, girl is upgraded, boy is oblivious, girl is controlling—things go a little too far.
A story where the truth is revealed: just a little too late though.
Coming soon…
-as always,
Another moment gone