My anger about Asten wrestled with heartache. They were in the ring, the ref said 'fight'. There was a static heartbeat, a toxic shock, a wariness, a thrashing on the scoreboard, a capsize, a loss.
I'd been tricked. Love had mocked me. I was Oscar Wilde's nightingale piercing her heart into a rose thorn. In vain. I tried my hardest to block Asten from my mind and take back possession of my own thoughts. But he continued to find a wormhole in my mind, slipping back and forth between moments in the past and imaginary interactions in the future.
I missed the version of Asten who spoke tenderly, sweetly, the one who held my hand and steered me across rubble, the one who inspired me, the one who made me feel like a worthwhile artist, the one who introduced passion to my lips and tingles down my spine.
Yet, how stupid of me to have been dragged along like that, chasing after the affections of someone so dubious. I was a rookie in this world of love, I had my L-plates on for romance. That relationship was driving under the influence, smashing into a power pole and being asked to pay a hefty fine.
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Repeat After Me
Teen FictionAn impossible love between two young street artists. *** Ivy is a 16 year old street artist who finally has the streets to herself when Melbourne goes into the first COVID lockdown. She meets another street artist, Asten, and can't help falling for...
