I guess I'm right now. So this is the outcome. Hurrwego. I hope you guys enjoy.
His eyes, deceiving swirls of everlasting lies, are scarlet with tears pooling at the edges. Underneath rests a dark shade of fatigue. His vision must be blurring as he chokes on his once smooth, enchanting lines.
Those overused, women-slaughtering words are distorted now that I recite them back to him.
"I still love you, I really do."
Every word he uttered had been so lovely. My heart had exploded, sending clear signals to my brain. Telling me that I was in love. But I was fine with that. I wanted to love him. I wanted to curl up beside his chest, and lay my ears next to his chest to hear my favorite tune, and to rest with it eternally, intertwined with each other. He was a prince to me. Warm/Shiny/Smile-worthy.
I remember how I used to latch onto him as if he was the only anchor keeping me on the earth.
But he was the king of lying. Warm/Shiny/Smile-worthy. And he had turned me into his queen.
But I have no regrets. I had wanted this. I had no care in the world for the consequences. And so I wasn't going to start caring now.
I forge a quick I-already-miss-you-so-much-it-hurts smile once he nods, wiping away his tears, obviously offended because I wasn't shedding any. Cold/Disgusting/I-was-so-dumb-for-loving-him.
He doesn't question my lies. And I don't either.
They are too true to be called lies.
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My throat burns as the people that I classify as my 'friends' jam their gossip questions into my space. My privacy. Don'tGetMadDon'tGetMad.
Questions about my ex.
The prince called Tadase.
I should have prepared for this. No. It's alright. I can even do this in my sleep. BeConfidentBeConfident.
"It was hard giving him up," Truth. "But I knew I had to do it, he just wasn't healthy for me." Truth.
I am being honest for once.
Where is my Oscar?
Rima glares at me. Short/Blonde/Hate-her. She's jealous, I know she is. She thinks I'm bragging. She thinks I'm just using his "pain" for my own social upgrade. I know her too well.
She knows me too well.
The edges of her mouth opens, just so she can mouth two words that slashes my heart, as sharp as the blades she cuts herself with.
'Lying bitch.'
My mouth suddenly becomes parched.
The bell rings.
I get up for a sip of water.
But instead I go into the bathroom, and pour my heart out in the stalls.
I am crying too hard.
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Rima used to be my friend.
We used to spend every Saturday night together. She used to braid flowers into my hair. I used to whine about it, complaining about how bees would swarm over my head. But I would never do anything about it.
I had always liked it.
I had always liked the way my carnation pink sleeping bad looked next to her sunflower yellow one. I had always liked the way she applied makeup on me, and the way she used to complain about her height after I complained about my abnormal shade of hair.
We had walked to school together every morning, with our fingers lacing together. Like an invisible friendship bracelet had bind us together.
We used to joke about it.
Rima used to by my friend.
My best friend.
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"Welcome back, sweetheart."
My stepmother smiles at me.
She never calls me by my actual name.
It's like she has forgotten it.
Amu. My name sounds foreign. I'm too used to people calling me other names that would crush my father's heart.
"Hello, Midori."
I see the way her smile fades. She wants me to call her 'mom.' Or 'mother.'
But I will never call a stranger that.
I'll go upstairs and study. I must maintain an A+. I must. I must. She better not bother me.
Her hair is the same color as Rima's.
It is a disgusting color.
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I am pathetic.
Midori cried today.
Shes fed up with the way I treat her.
My dad gives me The Look.
I call Midori mom, just to calm her down.
My chest hurts from this lie.
I am pathetic.
My RealMom will be disappointed in me.
I called a stranger my mom today.
Lol I might introduce Ikuto tomorrow. I hoped you guys liked it. It was short. I might delete this tomorrow, because it seems like it'll srslybringyoualldown. ;c
Btw, yes, I think I've given up my other story.
Klolohwell.