Cerise.


    My sweet


    Cerise.


    I glance down


    at her,


    my heart feels


    odd.


    "What is it?" I asks her.


    She hugs me, wrapping


    her arms around my


    waist.


    "Until we meet again."


    She replies, having so


    much confidence.


    She''s just like the girlThe story has been taken without consent; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.


    from my dream.


    She was twisted and


    slowly letting go of


    her sanity.


    Just as I.


    I hug her back, holding


    back my tears of joy.


    "I have to get to class."


    I whisper, gently tapping


    Cerise''s nose with my


    index finger.


    Cerise,


    my muse with long damp


    red hair and beautiful


    ebony eyes grin


    innocently.


    Her cheeks are dusty


    with a red hue,


    I kiss her again on


    her pink pump


    lips.


    This time the kiss


    is less harsh and


    more gentle just


    like she likes it.


    Cerise kisses


    back before


    pushing me


    away.


    "Goodbye."


    She finally


    says.


    She''s ready.