It was
complete today. Everything - Her attire, make up, the overall look. Her brows
were perfectly shaped. She was wearing heeled crimson red Prada shoes with a
bow on the front. She loved shoes with bows. Her dress was a pure silk skirt
shimmering over her fully waxed body. Her finger nails were neatly painted in
dark red, so were her toes. And for the eyes, she was wearing her favorite max
eye liner.
These
were truly the most stunning eyes.
"It’s not like the other days. I don't know if anything is even different today. I just feel a little bit of more beautiful than the rest of the days. I am happy today. It’s hard to believe but, I am thinking, yes. I really am happy today. I want to smile." Without any knowledge that she was already smiling all her way in since the second gear.
It was right after she felt a final breeze of cold over her glossed peachy lips - a horrendous bang. The rush, she was unaware could exist. It was a motley of extremely loud noise, the scent of blood, petrol and burning metal.
She was laying on the road, unable to feel her legs that were still in the inverted, wrecked car. Or were they still there? She tried to move her head to find out but it was impossible. All the glance she could get was that of her torn up dress, bloody and greased. That was when she felt the first tear trying to sweep inside the ear.
It was a matter of 10 seconds that the heavy breaths turned to snivels. Her body was too stressed for a sniff. Lighter moans, and silence.
Little did she know, the best days are sometimes the last.
- Fa Janjua
"It’s not like the other days. I don't know if anything is even different today. I just feel a little bit of more beautiful than the rest of the days. I am happy today. It’s hard to believe but, I am thinking, yes. I really am happy today. I want to smile." Without any knowledge that she was already smiling all her way in since the second gear.
It was right after she felt a final breeze of cold over her glossed peachy lips - a horrendous bang. The rush, she was unaware could exist. It was a motley of extremely loud noise, the scent of blood, petrol and burning metal.
She was laying on the road, unable to feel her legs that were still in the inverted, wrecked car. Or were they still there? She tried to move her head to find out but it was impossible. All the glance she could get was that of her torn up dress, bloody and greased. That was when she felt the first tear trying to sweep inside the ear.
It was a matter of 10 seconds that the heavy breaths turned to snivels. Her body was too stressed for a sniff. Lighter moans, and silence.
Little did she know, the best days are sometimes the last.
- Fa Janjua
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