Events

A Story by tayla timpano

I didn't know how to end it ahh I know it's terrible I apologise in advance

1. She lifts up her glass and raises it to her red lips and you can't help staring.
Her eyes flash midnight thunderstorms and her mouth curves when she sees you.
2. You can tell by the permanent mask that covers her face that she doesn't let people in. Won't let you in.
3. Her cold hands grasp yours and spin you around until she is just a glittery blur.
4. After, her long nails absentmindedly dance along the tabletop like she's playing a song on an invisible, mute piano.
5. She runs down the lit street with no shoes on and you wonder how you ended up with her dangerously high heels dangling from your fingertips.
6. Those thunderstorm eyes stare into your soul and you can feel them cutting you open and taking you apart piece by piece. You like it.
7. She's reading you like an open book. A clumsy, naive, young, innocent book with a predictable fairy tale ending-
8. "I hated fairy tales when I was little." She whispers as your heads hit the pillow. She gives no explanation why and you don't really care because she's lying underneath you now and suddenly
9. It's still dark outside and her legs are draped over yours, and her red lips are gone and her eye makeup is smudged.
10. And the mystery is gone.