I open my arms wide while I lie on the slowly dampening grass, the light raindrops landing lightly on my face, blending with my salty tears. He's gone. He's gone. He's gone. I hear a clap of thunder in the distance. One Mississippi. Two Mississippi. Three Mississippi. Four Mississippi. The tell-tale lightning flashes through the darkening sky. For four years, I was with that dunce, only to find that he had been using me. I was only a stepping stone. A useful tool. His words echo in my head, over and over again.
"You were simply a casualty in my mission to the top. You meant nothing to me and you never will."
"What did you think you were? A treasured trophy that I jealously guarded? Somebody that I loved?"
"Lucy, my dear, it's called acting."
My fingers, long, slim and unpainted, clutch at the green blades desperately. What's done is done. But even so, his face appears on my head, unbidden. I can see his dark, emerald green eyes, staring at me, so obviously now feigning love and passion. I should have known. My fingers curl around the grass tighter, threatening to rip the innocent plants out of the ground.
"Foolish girl. This is the real world." His voice was so clearly fool of distaste.
I should have known.
Fairytales don't come true.
hey y'all. this is just something i came up with while i was waiting for my sat score to come out last night, and thinking about my own past, so part of this is true.
zephy out.
