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Author's Notes: I decided that, since I don't have enough to do as it is, I'm going to participate in the Kataang100 over at LiveJournal (there's a list of 100 prompts you have to write about). So, let's see how many I can do! Only 97 left to go!

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Alisa

001. Color

Pull Me In

The make-up was creamy under her fingers, the colors vibrant and rich against pale skin. It was a funny thing, to be putting make-up on a boy, but she decided she didn't mind.

Stark white across the plane of his blue-tipped forehead, his smooth cheeks, his rounded chin. Glowing red under his delicate brows, eyelids winking shut as she brushed her fingertips over them. He opened those stunning gray eyes and suddenly, shockingly, all thought left her mind. All that was left was captivating gray.

Her fingers worked without command: dipped in crimson, they rose to lips damp with anticipation. They traced slowly, leisurely, the line of his smile, of his pout, of his frown, of his kiss. Slowly, leisurely, they fell from his red mouth and were replaced y hot breath.

An explosion of colors, and all she could see was gray.

017. Secrets

Best Left Forgotten

They don't keep things from each other; they don't hide things; they don't lie. Honesty is the best policy, after all.

Or at least, that's what she thinks.

He lies in bed, the gentle rise and fall of her sleeping body lulling him, remembering the one thing he never told her (he could never tell her), the one thing he hid (he shouldn't have to), his one big lie (never again).

He would never tell her that for one moment, his hands folded, the fate of the world before him, he didn't love her.

Some secrets are best left forgotten.

043. How High

Too Far

"I'll do anything for you," he had told her, his eyes shining, his face earnest. "I'll do anything you want."

She knew it was true. She had never doubted it (never doubted him). He would have done anything for her; she would have done anything for him.

They were in love.

"Let's go somewhere," she'd say, and he would reply, "Where to?"

"Could you grab me some berries?" she'd ask, and he would respond, "How many?"

"Jump," she could've commanded, and he would have answered, "How high?"

But he let it go too far.

She never asked him to die.