[story] The whore who doesn't love me

[Aoi_sora9x]

1 storyline tớ đã nghĩ đến khá lâu, nhưng ko biết sẽ làm gì với nó :O

anyway viết ra đây, mọi người vào comment hộ nhé. :) có thể tớ sẽ finish hoặc drop giữa chừng cũng không biết

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The whore who doesn't love me

All I remember about that night is the dark and murky air surrounding the unnamed park that I was at. Over my head, the street lamp was blinking its light, signaling a dying bulb. Under that on-and-off light, her face seems to appear from the dark, shine for a moment, then disappear again. I try to look at her face, scrutinizing the details like trying to carve this moment onto my brains for ever: oval face, big bright eyes, shapely nose and a pair of thick red lips. If only she was smiling, she would be the angel that I have always adored. Fixing my eye on her emotions, I find her somehow different from the person I have always known - her face paints an emotion that resembles both anger and disgust. She looks like she wants to scream out loud, but those screams can never escape her throat - instead, they condense into some solid, black masses that get stuck under her facial skin. Though her face does not look remotely disgusted, I can feel those invisible wrinkles, those red cheeks, those sharp, angry eyes lurking under her skin, waiting to jump out at any moments.

I feel amazed. Can we humans make, and in turns, perceive, such complicated emotions that are not even visible at the slightest? That I don't know, but I have never once before seen her face like that. The girl in my mind has a perfect, almost angelic smile that can suck in, charm and even seduce the person facing it. I realize that image is nothing but an illusion, which already shatters into transparent pieces and disappears into thin air.

She is, after all, just an ugly human.

Like me, like us.

A single tear drop grows on her lower eyelid, slowly slides its way down her flushed cheek and stops at her sharp chin for a while, hesitating before dropping on her tank top. I look at her right hand, which is now raised up in the air, and follow its movement as she flings it, lands a slap on my face. A strong slap, I can feel my cheek burning. But the pain that I feel is somehow ignored by my brain, I guess it is trying to process the void within me that she creates tonight.

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[Azusa]

cậu để trong works only = no discussion allowed ... nên tớ move ra ngoài, sau này finish hãy post hẳn trong ấy.
cậu phải nói plot của truyện ngắn như thế nào thì mới đắp được da thịt lên chứ

[Aoi_sora9x]

Haha cái này chủ yếu là basic idea tớ viết ra. :) nói chung cũng khó nói trước idea vì sợ spoil ><

sorry lol