“You’re a gorgeous liar.”
She smiled at him too sweetly, as if to say I know you, I see through your façade. Her earrings dangled by her cheeks.
Green emeralds, 1996, it was raining, he had given them to her in a black box with a red bow. He thought that he had lied well enough this time.
Thought that he had fabricated a story intimate enough with reality for it to slip through the cracks. Turns out she knew all along. She always knew.
“What did you expect Laura?”
The rain fell in sheets, creating a force field against the uptight, who would never risk getting water or mud on their designer clothes. Exclusivity, this city reeked of it.
This country reeked of it. Hell the entire continent was pretty much a VIP club for the racial elite. She sighed, turning to face him.
“Are we going to fight again tonight?”
He looked away. Looked past the Romanesque style buildings, past the niche cafes, and to the pale moon.
“Yeah, I think we might.”