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B-X-T-C-H
She was an entertainer, and I was a make up artist.
Between us, there was nothing more but icy glares and looks of disdain.
Still...
Since the first time I touched her cheek to apply some colours on her livid skin, a spark ignited within our bodies and when I remember this, my lungs become numb.
G-X-M-E
Miku and I always played. She against me; we looked for each other at every corridor's turn, hidden by the shadows, and darkness. We played to lie constantly, and to repent sometimes. To go too far in this need to dominate the other, to prove that we were free of feelings, of love. To cheat then hide.
To shred each other.
We played the Snakes' Game.
A love-hate game.
I loved to hate her and I hated to love her.
H-X-T-E
I hated her because of so many things.
First of all, she was too confident of herself. It drove me crazy. She knew it, and she didn't hesitate to seduce men and women just to infuriate me.
Stars born in the boys eye's when she met them, she thought it was all her power.
The second thing I hated the most about her...
She was always fooling herself. I have to admit, I admired her fierce personality, cold yet passionate.
She was fascinating.
But this smile, when she put on that fake smile and that fake laugh and that fake glimmer in her eyes and when she played to a refined lady.
I couldn't bear it.
"One day you're Juliet and you're starving of love, and then you become Electra who can no longer bear his hate. The next day you're standing on stage to exonerate you under the name of Andromache. But when are you truly yourself exactly?" I once asked.
She had laughed and shot back "What about you, Luka? You're empty, frothy, you're pathetic, vapid, and invisible. You play others just like me but deep within you, I know you want to rip their bones from their bodies. Your calm appearance is just here to hide your inner monster."
It was the third thing I hated about her.
She could read me all too well.
L-X-V-E
I knew she liked the rain, its smell, it's feeling, and it's taste even. She liked sweet things and salty meats, she liked to laugh, she liked to kiss me and she liked when I kissed the palm of her hand. I knew she liked her work and she would love to see me at her side, playing, smiling. I loved every side of her and she liked me.
I knew there was always a person in a relationship that loves the other the most. I knew I was the one.
She was mean, she liked to say I was the most beautiful thing in the world and the second after she laughed darkly and said I was good for nothing.
She was possessive and fierce, and she couldn't stand when I laughed with another friend. Sometimes it annoyed me, but most of the times I found it adorable.
Between heavy velvet curtains, she sighed and moaned, arching her back when we were alone.
I whispered love and promises in her ear while she slept. I could tell she was asleep, but when she woke up, she seemed to believe in those promises and made them her most precious wishes.
We didn't have sex, we made love.
But soon reality catches us, and there was no more of that sweet flicker on her face. She turned her back against me, putting on a cold mask of cruelty and I could only stare blankly at her skin I caressed earlier.
S-M-X-K-E
A few inches of me, I felt her breath spread on my neck. I felt her hands searching mines. Her fingers are cold and almost sear. She kept repeating she won't forgive me easily this time; and her nails dug in my skin. She's breathless, moves away and looks outside the window, but there's nothing, only an opaque sky, a darkness that is destroying us.
When I bring a cigarette at my lips, she tried to smile. I looked away because her smile is launching a million glass shards on my skin, and it tears me to shreds.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"And you?" she didn't answer, instead she asked her own question.
After a few silent seconds, she caress her arms as if she was cold. "I woke up because I heard rainfall, rain smells good."
I faintly nod "That's right."
Her hands comb her turquoise hair, again and again and again, tirelessly. I guess it's because there is too much noise in her head, because she is the Rollin' Girl.
And then her laughter had torn the sky and the silence.
Something deceptive was in her voice.
An emotionless laugh, a bit ironic, a little desperate, it shook her throat.
"Do you love me?"
Her fingers clung to my arm, and she squeezes and squeezes.
I must say yes, but it hurts. The words stuck in my stomach, refusing to come out.
And there is something terrible in her eyes; it's a Greek tragedy that dances among fire, and she doesn't give a single damn shit about that thing. Lesbians. And I don't know again, we threw that word between us without explaining its meaning. Her father and friends laughed at her and such, and I have the feeling she is no longer whole. With a smile that shakes her face, her smile too fake, too bitter, a smile with which we bury ourselves.
"When I was younger, I used to look at the ceiling and I imagine the sky," I said. "even now I look at my imaginary sky. And in my room this night, there was nothing. Not a sound, nor a light, but darkness. Because we had closed the shutters, so I left."
My god, that flicker…It was so painful to look at her teal eyes.
"You love me like you've never loved anyone; you love me until your heart burst?"
"We love each other differently I guess?"
"Yes." She stated, straightforwardly.
I looked down, we continued this love-hate game. I smoke, smoked a long time, and she told me my lungs were fucked. She often cried, sometimes she laughed. I had no idea what it was, to be a lesbian... But I loved her madly.
I was told it wasn't enough, that it was never enough.
L-X-A-R
"It's ugly, that white little stick between your fingers. It's revolting, those grayish arabesques fluttering through your teeth."
She said that, but she smokes cigarettes without coughing, without a hoarse voice.
There is death lurking in each gap of the room, every gesture she sketches and I feel like she's going to fall. At the corner of her lips there are splashes of hope, which she rejects by a lick. Her teeth glow in the dark, so here she is, ready to bite the world and to strip it.
She jumped out in the rain, and her bare feet sinks into the grass. She trembles, and water drops landed on her hair, on her face.
She smiled to me through water, the ground is muddy and her skin was burning.
"I can't bear this anymore" she murmured.
Her lips are like ice against mine.
When she talks, I feel like she's singing. That she's inventing herself, and that she's walking on a wire.
We were like two fools hungry for light.
"Are you crying?"
She laughed.
"It's the rain."
She was a good liar.
D-X-A-T-H
She had a way to rush towards death, one foot on the accelerator and a smile.
And then one day, it happened.
I couldn't believe it happened to me...
My vision became blurry, pain was everywhere.
I was on the side, and she was curled in a ball next to me, her hands were soaked in blood.
Mine.
I looked at her.
She was silent.
I couldn't hear her voice.
Her tears fell faster.
She was quiet.
There was no answer.
There was only the sickening reality, and then everything became black.
S-M-X-L-E
One day, I told myself to stop.
I went to see her, she was sobbing.
Frail.
Pathetic.
Disgusting.
Miku isn't like that.
And then, I understood.
I was dead, and she was alive.
Yet she died this day, too.
Was she crying because I was no longer there...
Or was it because it was my fault she lost it all?
I could only laugh and laugh, laugh tirelessly 'cause life was absurd, we just...
We just...
We were smiling when we were together, right?
S-H-X-D-O-W
I straightened myself and said "Come on, I'll be with you. Stop crying now and live your life, smile."
Maybe, just maybe she heard me.
I whispered "As always, I'll be your shadow. No matter what."
Her lips quirked in that cruel smile, the same smile I used to know.
A/N : You can imagine what you want.
Special Thanks to my proof reader Maroon Cross who did a great job ! :D Go check her stories !
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Edit 21/09 : Yay ! Autumn ! Okay I'm off topic, haha.
Just to clear up few things... Thanks, stalker01 ! But as I said, you can imagine what. you. wants. Did Miku killed Luka ? Oh, it could be interesting... I'll save this idea for another plot. My computer is full of dem shorts.
The picture cover isn't mine, but c-kago's. Her gallery is fabulous.
J-wait translated Serpents in simplified Chinese ! Ohmygod, I'm really happy. You can check the story here : (h.t.t.p)tieba.(c.o.m)p/1873291785
*Paru Café
