The Lies That Loved Me

oom windows, obnoxiously bright, warm

sun and from the immediate headache that pounced me. Hangover

mirror; cognac irises surrounded by lashes like palm tree leaves, a heart-shaped face disastrously mascara-blo

stream. Almost instantly, my muscles began to relax. Tossing my head back, I l

ast night still had me a bit on edge. Though, why I was "shocked"

ow , just like that, he was gone. It was divine intervention that , at just

've ran right back to him. I always did. When Troy brought me the news last night ab

e bastard, I'd still spent a great deal of my life with the guy

at a time when I was lost. Yep, shitty as my life was r

I no doubt would've been right there, cuddled up in the theater den with him watch

Sad he had to go that way. I never loved him, no, not e

had been my shoulder, my refuge, and an oasis in the desert since that time I co

straction. But I never, ever let myself love him. Never cared to share my he

ventually, fearing having to start all over again; or worse yet, meeting someone better and

heart was concerned, not my life. That's why I'd dr

ong and unruly curls. Then I rummaged through my closet of self-made apparels and snagged an outfi

lp it; I love bright colors and I cannot lie. To complete my outfi

. I was good at it. So, yeah, I wasn't a complete waste

d my iPod and put Pink's Crystal Ball on repeat. Pretty damn apt for m

ut of my apartment, tipped my head back to soak up some of the warm, ea

nvisibility, I craved it. Taking a sip of my espr

Miss De'Lany. That gave me a few minutes to catch up on this Laur

the bookmark page and dug in. Despite his impediment, I was utterly in love with th

ikest..." I moc

My eyes drifted from the pages and upward, where t

andsome man, by the way-was hovering ove

" he

oed. "Can I

mood today and could really do with

pany would only worsen your mood. Plus, unlike y

thing in common. That

arcoal suit with a crisp white shirt and shiny black shoes, he re

strangers," I quipped , bringing my bo

ineff