"We’ve got no concept of reality because we’re living life inside a fantasy. We have troubled minds." "Are you alright?" "Yeah." She examines her reflection in the rearview mirror, instantly recoiling at the hideous sight. Ponds of darkness trapped beneath her eyes, ghost-white pallor, flaxen blonde edges dull and ruffled breezily. She has the urge to sleep, to reach a place where her life isn’t bound to reality and she can breathe without being under the oppressive burden of exhaustion. Secrets, horrendous secrets threaten to spill, crumble themselves from her cherry chapped lips. "I don’t believe that," she observes quietly, gaze fixated on the road sprawling and increasing out before their vulnerable eyes. She wishes she could lob herself …show more content…
The blonde’s parents had dropped by often, desirably and seemingly wanting their ‘perfect’ daughter back. Yeah, right. The brunette’s parents have also been rather suspicious lately, exchanging odd glances, asking a variety of questions whenever they returned home from even the most trivial of errands, considering how homophobic their childhood town was. Roommates, yeah. More than that. One day, they would run away without looking back, but until then, they had to maintain the façade. The occasional insult, a halfhearted spat over something idiotic, like their previous rivalry or a makeup misplacement. Just to keep the mask from slipping a little longer. Thankfully, her lover’s parents have retired to bed. The brunette says she has to shower and kisses her passionately at the end of the corridor, hand cupping her soft jaw line. “She whispers, “I’ll be here again, in just a few minutes.” The blonde hums something in reply, too afraid to loosen the strings on her mouth. After the heated moment draws to an ending, she shivers in the drafty hallway. It’s too cold, and even the sparks from their moments shared together can’t entirely melt the ice blooming on her