Sweet Poison
"Why I'm not in love with you?" I sigh and drop my head in my hand.
He comes closer. So close that I can feel the air he's exhaling.
"Because", He whispers in my ear."If you were in love with me, It would have been perfect. And this life can't bear perfect things."
He pulls himself away from me. I look up into his eyes his eyes are shining in love. Glowing and telling me that he's the only one who'll love me always. Like the moon always orbits the earth. But here I am, even after knowing
everything, feeling every bit of love he has for me, I couldn't make myself fall in love with him. I didn't choose him. I just couldn't. My love is so stubborn that it makes me do everything it wants. It made me fall for a person for whom I'm too much. The person who only loves a version of me who isn't alive anymore. Who only loves daytime when I only exist in dark? And even though I've a person who loves me unconditionally, loves every version of me whether it's the happy one or the dead one... Who can turn the whole world around just for me, I can't love him. Love didn't allow me to choose him. Love made me wait for the person who's going further and further without turning to me once. Look at me I'm the dumb girl who's controlled by love. I'm too intoxicated with the sweet poison. My sweet poison Nyle.
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A sweet love turning into poison.
Bad Idea
"I taught you how to pick locks and this is how you use that skill!?"
Under my breath, I seethed.
"Well, I'm sorry I'm not practical with my skills, oh wise teacher," I spat through grit teeth. "What do you want me to do? Break into the Louvre to steal the Mona Lisa?"
I was met with an eye roll.
"Still, for a candy box?"
"Hey, I'm curious! What's the point of candy if you don't share it," I point out, "Or eat it." Cynthia shrugged and watched me work.
"Still, the boss doesn't like it when we look through his things. I don't know why you haven't learned this by now. Sometimes I think you want an early grave."
"I'll just take a quick peek—or bite," I said, "and he won't even know the difference."
"I won't know the difference about what?" Cynthia and I froze in our tracks. We're completely screwed for this one.