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END OF A DREAM

Lu: And then, I kissed her. Mila’s lips were soft, wet, eager, as always. And hot, like the summer asphalt beneath her. She pressed her mouth against my lips, I felt her tongue caressing mine. And I tasted the blood, you know, this kind of metallic flavor. It was all so surreal. But what really destroyed me at that moment was the other smell… this scent on her face, blending with her sweat…this was… me, my own…taste. I mean, a few minutes ago her tongue was inside me, her face bathing in my liquids…paradise, heaven…and now…deep hell. I cried out, that was a strange sound, like from far away, I just couldn’t hold it back. The old man kneeling next to me looked at me in terror. Mila grabbed my hair, pulled me close. She looked so soft, so vulnerable. Mila whispered, “You know, Lu - so I’ve got edges that scratch. And sometimes I don’t got a filter…But… I’m just so tired of eating all of my misspoken words. I’m just fed up with compromising. Perhaps it is better like this. Better to end the dream here than live a reality that’s not mine. Their reality…”

My tears dripped on her face, forming a little puddle in the corner of her mouth, before disappearing between her beautiful lips, coming back as small pink bubbles, every time she exhaled weakly.

Her energy was leaving her; I could tell from the empty look in her eyes. And I thought, “God…this is all my fault! Why do I never listen to my intuition? I should have stopped this right at the beginning...”