Cerise.
My sweet
Cerise.
I glance down
at her,
my heart feels
strange.
“What is it?” I ask her.
She hugs me, wrapping
her arms around my
waist.
“Until we meet again.”
She replies, having so
much confidence.
She’s just like the girl
from my dream—twisted
and slowly letting go of
her sanity.
Just like I am.
I hug her back, holding
back tears of joy.
“I have to get to class.”
I whisper, gently tapping
Cerise’s nose with my
index finger.
Cerise,
my muse with the long
damp red hair and beautiful
ebony eyes.
She grins innocently,
her cheeks flushed
with a rosy hue.
I kiss her again on
her soft, pink lips.
This time, the kiss is
less passionate and
more gentle, just the
way she likes it.
Cerise kisses
back before
pushing me
away.
“Goodbye.”
She finally
says.
She’s ready.
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