I'll Bury, Quietly Bury Your Lies

The mixture of sweet candy bar fragrance and some expensive manly cologne spread in the thickly dusty air. The taste of her lips were no longer the same cherry on a birthday cake taste, indeed it was someone else's cigarette waste which left on the tip of her pink-animated-heart colored lips. He desperately search for a small remaining of the girl's natural taste, but all of them had almost disappeared. They had been mixed with a certain figure's fluids. He knew but wouldn't admit it. It hurt but he wouldn't reprimand it.

He smiled and she drove herself wild, kissing the boy as if she had never kissed anyone. The truth was, she needed some affection like a wounded kitten. The affection she didn't get from the other one which she could easily get from the love sick fool whom loved her just the way she was. It was one of those nights he was her savior. Her knight with a shining armor riding on a white horse. Her fallen angel from the midnight sky. Her salvation. Her second home.

"... I miss you"

She thought that he didn't know. But he was a student in a prestigious university in the performing division, scoring the highest score and the best one underneath the stage spotlight. He knew. He knew better than what she had ever known. He knew that he was the 'clone' of the other one whom was sitting on his high chair in the highest tower in their town, smoking that expensive mint cigarette while sipping on a-hundred-year-old-wine. And probably was having some bed activities with a stranger he wouldn't remember the next day while the girl he tied a knot with in a form of silver band was crying to "some guy who happened to be her friend back then in high school days"'s chest, craving for some loves she never gave and she thought she deserved after a few nights without a single phone call to the lonely heart which was always wishing for her presence to appear through the wooden door in a small crappy apartment on the corner of the fifth street where people dealt drugs like bubble gums.

"Can I stay over?"

He smiled, pretending that he was watching underneath the sunglasses and old black and white TV. His one side love was what keeping him alive, which at the same time killing him inside. Love dropped your IQ to the lowest level and turned a few buttons inside your brain off. Like a zombie craving for some soul, he walked along the invisible script inside his head. Reaching for the one he loved, ended up as a pastor whom was always listening to whatever sins the girl committed. A psychiatrist to her depressive mode caused by the lack of attention given by her spouse. A nurse to her black and blue skins from a rough night in the bar after a few shots of vodka and tequilla.

Again, he couldn't live without her.

After a long night of cuddling and a few butterfly kisses, she would fall asleep with a smile of an angel which was keeping the love fool awake all night admiring her beauty. His hand would reach up to touch her soft skins which he never would get enough of and the fact that the clock would struck 8 AM soon. His Cinderella in red heels left in the morning after asking for a few painkillers and leaving a small kiss on his cheek. A few more days till she's back in his arm again, sharing the same old bitter and sick taste like kiss, a night of love making if he's lucky, and suffering a sleep deprivation caused by watching the figure of the one he would ever loved on his sleeping time.

"Thanks for last night. I'll see you soon. I love you,"

A frozen bitter smile on his lips and a click on her heels, she disappeared in a blink of eyes. The man from the tall tower came with his black Porsche accompanied by a sullen look on his face and a long and sad song of his sorriness. They kissed and hugged and everything was okay again. He was forgotten and she was smiling again. Ready for another good night with her beloved husband. And this love fool ... would wait for the rain to fall so he could cry without being lonely with a cheap cancer stick between his lips which would be unlit because fire died by water. The rain would come down like a bucket of leaked holy water washing over his pain, his misery, her faults, her hypocrisy, all the lies and everything.

And she thought that he didn't know. That this love fool didn't see it. This love fool didn't know anything. And this love fool played along with wherever this girl led this story to.