prompt four - immortalI will never forget our first goodbye.We were shrouded in veils of alcohol and the realization that soon our fingers would disentangle. On the escalator my eyes probed your face for some realization of what was about to happen, and you graced me with your head resting on my shoulder. It was a simple act of tenderness, and as the cherry scent of hookah wafted from your short waves and into my nostrils, I couldnt decide what Id miss most about you.Ill talk to you soon?It wasnt a lie, but it was less than half-true. Your auburn eyes tried to meet my gaze, but I was too busy attempting to cram everything about you into my cortex as fast as I could. I was sketching your haphazard eyebrows and the series of freckles on the right side of your lips into my memory, but you cut me off abruptly, your hands settling on my shoulders. I nodded for you bravely, my hands coming to rest on your cheeks, flushed with substances we were too young to be tak
but she loved you.she is the girlthat doesnt want you to fall in lovewith her. the one thatwears dirty red ribbons in her hairbecause she feels like shedeserves the dirty feeling.she is the one thatwill not wait for youeven if you waited forever for her.she doesnt think she deserves you.and this is going to break her,slowly, and shes going to biteher tongue and bleed becauseshes sorry she ever wasted your time.