“How do I know I can trust you?” She asked softly, from behind the her guard. “The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them” He replied, patiently waiting for her to let him in.
The dark room in her head was about to have its first visitor.
He sat alone having a beer at the café by the crossroads. He had finally decided to go ahead with it. He was there to make a deal with the devil, selling his soul to be rich, so she could be happy and fall in love with him. In that moment it all seemed worth it.
It was a screaming match between the Gods and Demons of society. Each blaming the other for all that was wrong. He sat there smiling and making smoke rings, he couldn’t pick a side. He was a bit of both yet not completely either. His halo was neatly balanced on his horns!
Two people, two lives, two different directions, with just a two way connection. Meeting at night, making sense of the world around and its plight, then walking away when its bright. Together through every fight, all in spirit, but not in sight. The two, 2 am friends, keeping it together by holding on tight.
Sitting on a rock at the beach, sharing a beer with her best friend she said, “I am never falling in love again, this isn’t for me, it hurts like hell” “yes it does” he sighed and looked away so she wouldn’t catch him staring at her. Some where up there fate smiled wickedly!
He loved her more than anything else in the world. .He built her a palace with beautiful gardens around it. They dined on delicacies every night then slept on satin.His passion knew no bounds. He hid her from the world and kept her just for himself. She hung herself one night. She died of excess love.
“I love my gift” Tim said excitedly as he opened it.”Why did Santa not get you anything Leo, weren’t you a good boy this year?” he asked his brother. “I don’t know” Leo replied. What he did know was that, it took all the money had saved in a year to pay for those video games.
She woke up with a loud pounding noise in her head. She was dressed a skimpy red dress, her fishnets were torn in a few places. A leather jacket lay on the floor next to the strange bed. In a state of acute delirium, all she could recollected was leaving the hospital in her nurse’s uniform.
Simple Plane Girl 