Cinnamon

Let’s get out of this town, baby we’re on fire. Everyone around here wants to be going down

If you stick with me, I can take you higher. It feels like all of our friends are lost

We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore, 

except to make our lives into a work of art. Live fast. Be wild. And have fun.

" I'm f*cking crazy but I am Free "

There are violets in your eyes. There are guns that blaze around you

There are roses in between my thighs and fire that surrounds you

It's no wonder every man in town had neither fought nor found you

Everything you do is elusive to

" even your honey dew "

" If you stay, I'll stay "

I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted 

and then losing it to know what true freedom is.

Writer ::

This story is created for entertainment purposes only. There is no truth or reference to the artist in any way.

Kefflecher ::

This novel was created to sacrifice the feelings of despair and hopelessness from the previous summer. I just want to drive to a far away place. Go anywhere without people. Quit being yourself. This is what I really want to do but never have the chance to do.

Just ride Just write :)

Cinnamon - Lana Del Rey

Venice x - Lana Del Rey

Cinnamon

Cinnamon…“in my teeth”

Fromyour kiss

You'retouching “..me”

A rough sound from the radio woke me up from my slumber and the sound of someone screaming interjected.

Allthe pills that you did

“Violet,blue, green, red to keep me

Atarm's length don't work”

A bitter smell pervaded the room. I immediately turned over and choked on white smoke as someone else on the bed sprayed it into my mouth, filling my throat.

Youtry to push me out

ButI just find my way back in

Violet,blue, green, red to keep me out

Iwin

After coughing violently, I turned and fell on him. Staring at him with a cigarette in his mouth, he slowly let out white smoke floating in the air again.

There'sthings I wanna say to you

ButI'll just let you live

Likeif you hold me without hurting me

You'llbe the first who ever did

I grabbed the cigarette. Stretching up, he kissed until his hot lips cooled down, then picked up his cigarette and smoked it before laying down on the bed again.

Not long after, the sound of the shutter being pressed sounded. I watched B pull out the picture and stared at the film slowly increasing in color until it became clear that it was my own picture and we had hundreds of pictures like this. In none of the pictures was he ever there, only me smoking a cigarette with no clothes or covering up. He was content to keep me after our night of fun with me and his first cigarette of the day. Or maybe it was the second cigarette after I woke up.

And then it was time to leave again.

I ran without looking back. Scarlet-orange light B drove up to pick me up after hearing the fire alarm sound like gunfire starting a race. We drove out of there and will never go back.

I looked at the flames on the room that used to be our residence through the rear window. “Good job.” I closed my eyes and was rewarded with a kiss on my forehead as the sky slowly brightened.

Five days after escaping Our money was spent on bottles of liquor and boxes of cigarettes but it was still not enough for us.

One thing we have is guns, we can trade them for anything. Along the route there was a gas station in the middle of the desert, a small store and a motel waiting for us to visit.

I hopped out of the car and walked into the store, looking through the whole store for strawberry candy. But until then, all I could find was bitter cinnamon flavored candy, at least it was candy. OK, it might be interchangeable. I grabbed it and put it in the basket, turning to meet the eye of the shop owner who was looking at me and gave him a smile. He smiled back. Turn to see Bee filling up gas with a gun in her hand, pushing the back of the gas station boy.

Soon another person walked in and threw my bag to me. Using that gun to target the shop owner, I hurriedly emptied the contents of the basket and put it in my bag, along with the cash in the drawer. I threw the liquor and cigarettes in the backseat before we sped off onto the road again.

I braced myself against the car window with one hand and the other held up my liquor and waved it in the air. Let your hair flow with the wind Wearing the tea-colored sunglasses we just got, the warm breeze hits our face like we're flying. Cigarette smoke flows from our lips like clouds on a clear day. We wander freely on our chosen path, with no destination, nothing can stop us. No one can stop our love.

We had almost no money with us after coming out. Then we spent the money we had on alcohol and tobacco and cheap accommodation. After that, we robbed and destroyed everything. After that, we couldn't turn back.

Laughter reverberated around him. The smell of alcohol and drugs filled the air, and many men scattered money on the ground. and their women picked it up in their mouths.

B turns off the engine under a large tree that blocks the heat from the sun. But not for me B instantly felt the heat as he ran his nose down his neck, both hands supporting his body and me wrapping my arms around his neck until we were close together.

The sound of a gun rang out.

I looked up from the mirror and saw a group of men practicing shooting. One of them included a woman. She was sitting on a wooden chair and polishing a brand new black gun before standing up. Aiming the gun at an empty liquor bottle standing in the distance. Her posture was so elegant that I couldn't help but stare at her until with the last shot she turned to laugh with her friends.

His smile is so sexy. The next moment our eyes met. I don't know if he was aware of the admiring look I was giving him. But every time he looked at me, I always knew.

Until we got to know each other

“B” I gasped in his embrace, pressing my ear against his strong shoulder until I could clearly hear my heartbeat. It was so strong that my head shook as the warm wind fused us together. I hugged B tightly. But then the sound of a distant car woke me up from my dream. I pushed B on the shoulder before glancing at the rearview mirror. B grabbed the gun and I pulled down my skirt and moved back to my original seat.

Our car sped down the road again, and the red sand from the ground billowed up. Bee told me to keep my head down while he steered the car and shot back at the people following us. The bullet pierced the windshield, shattering it until the two cars were chasing each other. The sound of the wheels exploding was louder. Our car swayed and lost control again. I was so scared I almost cried as the men got out of the car and walked towards us.

But Bee held my body, the other hand held a gun and stepped towards them. I begged Bee to stop but he led me towards them. Blast their skulls with one bullet at a time. I closed my eyes and snuggled into Bee's chest. My heart trembled with fear as I walked after him. Until the sound of the gun went silent.

They're all dead. Leaving only the car for us There were ammunition supplies in there and I just noticed there were grenades as well. We moved all of our stuff into this car. Replace the broken old one and set out again.

The music from the radio slowly grew louder. Glancing at Bea's face, I had never seen him kill anyone in such cold blood before. Especially with our friends

There'sthings I wanna talk about

Butbetter not to keep

Butif you hold me without hurting me

You'llbe the first who ever did

I took the cigarette out of my mouth as I watched the women restrain themselves to the poles and the music, my eyes closing as the hot smoke stung my eyes. When he opened his eyes again, he saw that the woman was overflowing with banknotes and a man was holding a sheaf of money. He laughed happily as the woman hooked the strap of his bra down for him to put more money in.

He turned to look at his friend who was having fun drinking and smoking drugs. Immerse yourself in the many men around you. Colors flickered in the darkness, but it wasn't too dark that I could see a woman in a leather jacket walking towards him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and placed a soft kiss on his lips. Lifting the liquor he had brought with him to his mouth and handing him the cigarette in his hand as well, we swayed to the music as we snuggled close to each other.

Close your eyes and absorb each other. B makes me feel so warm.

“...One person is a woman. The other was a man with a gun and a cloth over his face, and they stole everything from our store…” “…He stayed for one night and burned the room to the ground. I woke up and saw the room like this, and the assailants had fled…” “...found the body of an unidentified man...”

A two-story house with a lot of police in it. B immediately turned off the radio with his hand after listening to the news report about the destruction we had caused to the nearly ten policemen in our new residence. I wasn't sure what they were talking about, but I guessed it had to do with the news we had heard. Definitely

B drove out of there, taking me on my way through the darkening sky. I rested my arm against the door and rested my chin on my hand. There was no conversation between us. And I know how worried each side is about the situation right now. It's not just those who are following us. But the police are also looking for us. Soon they will catch up with us, arrest us, or kill us. There is no escape anymore.

As I was filled with fear and the car sped along the road B moved in. Pull me in and let our thoughts wander far away My hand brushed against his as we kissed.

All my friends knew I didn't do drugs, so they challenged me between five bottles of undiluted liquor or just one gram of heroin, which of course I chose. and was drunk because I had never had to drink five bottles in such a short time. I'm not sure if it was really five bottles or more, but it was enough to make me laugh senselessly.

I couldn't count any more, all I knew was that I was being made to follow someone. Two people, maybe five people. On the stage with the high pillars, I saw many women crowded on it and I was pushed up. The people below cheered as the song was turned up louder. Someone grabbed my hand and held onto the pole until I stumbled and fell. The shouts sounded again with pleasure. I felt like a clown who needed help.

B then stood there looking at me before turning to play with her friends. Those who put me here He said something like he made a gun with his hand pointing at everyone's heads and his friends laughed. Giving me pitiful looks, I could barely hold myself up, but then one of them walked up to me and threw a banknote at my face and tried to stuff it into my bra.

He held me by the waist to bring me down to his side, pressing his rough lips on my skin. My resistance was in vain as he held me close.

In a second I cried a lot. B then walked in with a brand new black gun in his hand.

“And how is he now?”

The other person raised his palm and bent his ring and pinky fingers into the shape of a gun before shooting himself in the head. “Bang!”

My eyes widened. “Did you shoot him?”

B shook his head. "The bullets are more expensive than the alcohol," he said. “I'm only doing this to protect you.” I stifled a laugh as I turned my head on my arms and peered down at the bridge of my nose. With your lashes “And we will never be like that,” Bee was referring to a friend of his who tried to report the heroin sale to the police, but before he could say anything, Bee's good friend was blown away by the hellish creatures. before At first I thought it was B who did it because he said it was his friend who killed the man, which of course we never told the police about.

“We will never be like that,” I repeated, taking a swig of the drink. The tingle hit me deep in my throat, reminding me of the past five bottles. Feelings of love, kindness and protection B makes me feel at ease every time I'm with him.

Finally the liquor we had brought from the car ran out and I turned to open the packet. Light the cigarette while holding the cigarette in your mouth. looking out the window Looking at the many sparkling lights in the sky, the cool wind blew in until I felt cold. The orange glow from the tip of the cigarette made me feel like I was being burned alive, at least my lungs. But not as serious as a group of people looking for us. I'm talking about friends (extremists) and the police as well.

“In the morning I want to see you standing there.”

I turned to look at him. “You can take pictures now. You don't have to see me naked in every photo.”

The other person smiled but said nothing and took the cigarette in my hand to smoke. While leaning against the window sill He pulled me towards him and kissed me softly on the forehead. “You don't know how beautiful you are.” Bee lowered her head and looked at me from a close distance until our foreheads touched. His warm breath and smoke made me not want to be away from him for even a second.

"Chris"

“Huh..” I moaned, snuggling into the palm of my hand that was supporting my cheek.

“Did you know that they weren't the only ones following me?” He nodded as he opened his eyes to look at the other person when he sensed that he was about to talk about something serious and I had to know, “It's possible that I don't want to hurt the police. But if it's necessary..." I shook my head in disagreement. I don't want him to do that. I don't want to see Bee kill a champion of justice.

It wasn't necessary at all, he didn't even have to do it. "I love you, you know that, right?"

“I know,” I know very well. “I love you too, B.”

A smile slowly appeared on our faces. And B attached himself to me, comically pushing in and out and snatching the cigarette in his hand back to smoke. Tasteless, the red fire burns out too quickly and the stars are still strewn across the sky, but I don't even care anymore as B hugs me, his warmth spreading across my back as he brushes my hair away from my neck and kisses me down.

Firm but gentle with little time All my clothes were on the floor. I watched him take off his jacket before grabbing my chin and turning me around to kiss him quickly. I lifted my arms around his neck as we crushed our lips against each other so violently that it stinged and I was caught off guard. He spread my legs apart. Tried to possess me from behind

Then B came. The tightness in my stomach and the trembling of both legs was too much for me to bear. I slammed myself against the window, trying to restrain myself from the intense, intense numbness. The cigarette has fallen. Gone before my eyes, the stickiness swirled inside me. My body shook again as Bee raised her other hand and slammed it down on her red buttocks. I looked up at Bee.

The fire of love burned brightly in his eyes and it felt like it was burning. “Huh…” B squeezed my neck up to lean on him as he pounded into me harder than before. His eyes were closed. Soft lips on the nape of the neck Now I can't think of anything but his hands and his fingers in my body. My heart trembles as B brings me closer to heaven. When I got there, I screamed and moaned, my whole body shaking as I recklessly dug my nails into his hips. B held my face so I turned to kiss him as we smiled at each other.

I buried my face in my shoulder as I indulged in Bee's touch and the music as the women continued to trace patterns on the floor, pressing their bodies against the poles to satisfy the young man's gaze in exchange for the bills scattered around them as they laughed. The smell of alcohol, cigarette smoke and lovemaking..without love.

They will do anything for money, even being beaten and degraded until they have no dignity left. They never had dignity, they never had love. never loved myself ...There is no humanity left at all.

It was wrong for me to find love. B was the only person who made me know my own worth. know love Know how to sacrifice, know how to live. Bea gave me courage in the midst of many demons ready to harm us.

In this hell I found the goddess to give me love and freedom.

In a small tavern The first place we met was like heaven.

But now I know There's no place like heaven as long as B is with me. He will always be more than heaven to me.

Hold me, love me, touch me, honey

Be the first who ever did

I woke up a few hours later to find it was still dark.

Everything was quiet with only the clear sound of B's ​​breathing. I slid my legs off the bed and went to grab the cigarettes and lighter in the drawer while looking for a place to rest my eyes for an hour or two before B woke up.

It was cold outside the window from the breeze that hit my skin, making me shiver all over. The heat from the just-lit cigarette provided some relief. Those clothes were worthless because B would soon have to order me to take them off and I wanted to relax rather than make things difficult.

The stars go down I feel like that, or maybe it's the clouds that partially obscure the sky. I don't think it's going to rain this morning, at least I don't like the roads turning into super-slush that's ready to suck up our wheels.

I also like my hair blowing in the wind when the car is driving.

The lamp came on before the sound of the shutter clicked.

Bee was awake and he was considering the picture in his hand. “It's a bit dark. It would be better if it were brighter.”

"Let's see." He held a cigarette in his mouth, but Bee took it away and I grabbed the picture in his hand. It was a dark picture of me with my arms crossed, my back turned to the camera, and smoking a cigarette. “The light isn't even real.”

“Go stand there again.” Heh... I shook my head as I pressed B down against the bed and straddled him. On a strong stomach, I grabbed the camera and aimed it at B.

Another person is restless. He tried to disturb him until he gave up when I pressed my hand on his chest to tell him to keep quiet. Bee then raised his hand to rub my butt, "Bee, it hurts." From where it hurt, it hurt even more until I had to put the camera down, that's when he stopped.

“Look, is it very red?” Another person pushed me to stand up and examine it. If I were to guess, it would be bruised and change color. B's face says it feels guilty and amused at the same time, but leans more towards pity for me. At that moment he was searching for something to console him. I immediately pressed the shutter.

“Chris,” B turned around, grabbed me by the waist and pulled me onto my lap. I laughed triumphantly as I pulled out the picture. B with cigarettes, B with white sheets, nothing could be more beautiful.

“Let me keep it,” I said.

"You're so crafty," Bea said as she kissed his shoulder.

“Not as good as her.”

Our shower was slow. The clock was already five minutes past six. The sun is rising in the east and we should leave here before it gets dark.

I lit the lighter on the soaked bedsheet and ran out.

Soon the fire engulfed the room. I took one last look at the picture and left.

This city is a paradise occupied by demons. I couldn't believe it until I saw it with my own eyes in a nighttime paradise. of those who love peace From the top of this mountain I could see the entire city. The twinkling lights of the casino signs, the bright lights of the taverns, and the warm glow of the houses down there were many stars clearing the sky.

It was too beautiful for words to look at those little lights under the arm that rested on her shoulder. I rested my head on his shoulder. Absorbing the happiness we had between each other, I looked up at B who was looking up there. Among his many male friends I felt that there was a pair of eyes watching me all the time.

“Burgers?”

“We don't have a lot of options.” Bee tried to tell me to eat some dry bread and grilled meat as he handed it to me. Wasn't there a choice? Of course it has And we can choose which stores to rob. We just drove a long way and stopped at a gas station. And it happened that the gas station had an old uncle pushing a burger cart.

“But I don't like fresh tomatoes.” Just picking them up makes me feel smelly.

Bee took my hand and dropped two tomatoes into his mouth and licked his fingers, "It's delicious." Didn't he feel a green, sour smell or something mushy in his mouth?

I turned my attention to the food as I sat on the top of the car and hung my legs out, thinking about how far I had come and how much those following would know about us. And will they know that we are here on this mountain? where there is gravel The red soil and patches of strangely shaped trees might be trapping us on the road ahead. Trying to shoot the wheels of our car, burying us under hot sand and bone-like rocks.

The person leaning against the car didn't seem distressed, or maybe it was just me who was thinking too much about the life we ​​had chosen. Maybe it's true what Bee said, we don't have enough options to decide. I love Bee. love to live love to be free On our aimless path

And I love looking at his smile, his dimples, the bridge of his nose, his jacket, everything about him.

And at this time, he was smiling at me as he lifted up his hair from the wind blowing past, raising his hand to brush the hair that was in my face. Standing between my legs, staring into each other's eyes, bending down to bite into the burger in my hand while we were still looking into each other's eyes.

I lifted my thumb and wiped off the cream sauce that was smeared on the side of his mouth, sending it into my own.

B smiled amusedly, "I ate all of mine and there's no way for you to give it back." I didn't care how many bites of my own breakfast I had, I didn't want to give it back to him like a child whose snacks had been stolen. I just straightened my back. Sliding your hand around his neck, you lightly bit B's lower lip and pulled away. Until it flows smoothly and returns to its shape like a sponge.

I chuckled as I pushed his chest away and grabbed my own burger. Bea knew me. He was pressing me against the roof of the car. Until the hair spreads and my back feels the warmth of B's ​​car, he grabs my hand. Repeated kisses all over my face as I tried to get tired of the excessive laughter and I gave in. Let B kiss all over your neck and feel the wetness as he trails his tongue to the tip of your chin.

Bee then pushed himself up with a little butterfly in his hand. “There are a lot of butterflies over there. Do you want to go look?”

You write, I tour, we make it work

You’re beautiful and I’m insane

I let Bea hold my hand and lead me along the path that he boasted of, a wonderland hidden in the middle of the drought. He could hardly withdraw his insulting words in time. I stood stunned for a long time as I cried out words of admiration in my heart. This was a hidden part of paradise that we had discovered. Big trees, vines, a small stream surrounded by many butterflies.

“Go in.”

“Will it fly away from us?”

“You have to prove it to yourself.” I looked at Bee's face and slowly released his hand. I turned my head to look at him again to make sure and walked in. Thousands of butterflies circled around me. It was so much that I couldn't even see myself smiling to myself as I walked around in circles. Some flew down and clung to the island until they didn't dare move. Still as stiff as a tree, I didn't even dare laugh out loud for fear that they would run away.

Bee lowered the camera because she laughed at me too.

A number of butterflies flew out as Bee approached. Looking up at Bee's chin, he brought one of the butterflies down from his forehead. Then I placed it in the palm of my hand, its small legs balancing on its large beautiful wings. I raised my hand and watched the little butterfly slowly move its wings and fly away.

But then all the butterflies flew past us and disappeared from view. I looked at them sadly before looking up at B who was staring at the emptiness in front of me.

Without knowing that someone was walking near us.

I screamed as someone yanked B so hard that he fell. Someone else slammed a fist into his face as he made to pull out his gun. Until it slipped and fell far away, I tried to run and pick it up but someone else pulled my leg and fell. It flipped me over and slammed its fist onto my face. Fresh blood flowed next to his mouth. It pulls me up again He slammed his fist down again and again until he was swollen and bruised and could barely regain consciousness. I lowered my eyes and looked at B. Looking at his bloody face lying on the floor beneath his dirty leather shoes, looking at his hopeless eyes staring at me, the gun was still there but there was so little hope.

B raised the butt of the gun to his friend's face as he walked quickly towards me, anger filling his eyes. B then pushed the man away from me while moving his finger on the trigger...

My finger brushed against the fallen black gun, but my heart sank as they left Bea, who was still lying there, and walked towards me.

I remember how angry I was at the man who tried to slap money on me after he punched Bea, my blood boiling inside me when I saw how much blood was on his cheekbone. Where?

I tried to scramble away from the crowd surrounding me as they stared at me with crazed eyes. My throat constricted as one of them choked me up. I heard B beg him to stop hurting me. But after B said that sentence They let me down with one leg pressed into my stomach. One to two and it was like blowing the whistle to start a match where I was the sole loser.

I can't bear to see B being hurt. This is too much. It was too much for a good person like him to accumulate anger until the fire in my eyes burned and I couldn't even forgive. I went straight to B and snatched out the gun in his hand...

A loud noise appeared in the blink of an eye.

I opened my eyes to see the man fall with brain fragments and blood all over the floor. While my ears were still ringing from the sound of the gunfire, I regained consciousness. The smoke from the gun barrel gave off a bitter smell mixed with fear that rose in my stomach. The next second I screamed. Screaming while someone grabbed my hand and made me run out of there.

The commotion subsided as the sound of footsteps faded away. I wasn't sure if I had even opened or closed my eyes from the blurred, almost pitch-black image in front of me. I didn't feel any pain from any part of my body. No, the pain was only imaginary as someone rushed to hold me, covered in blood, crying while calling my name over and over.

Like a mirage in a room full of mirrors, the sound reverberated loudly. I felt B's embrace around me, it was warm and trembling beyond recognition. The next moment, I didn't even hear anyone's words of love from B.

I shook my head at Bradley as she handed me the heroin and looked back at Bea, who was practicing shooting with the men. On a clean, white Mustang I sat with my legs crossed as I placed the liquor on the hood of the car and picked up my cigarette and watched the white smoke float away in peace. I wanted peace more than to hear Bradley convince me to work at the same job as me. She's a tavern, dancing on a pole

And there is a lot of money waiting for us to lie on it like a pile of leaves, a wonderful paradise for girls. A hell obscured by desire And all my friends sitting here together are so lustful that they are happy to be naked for everyone to admire. To meet your own needs

I sighed heavily as I heard my group bet on who would get me first between Bea and Gregx. Those two always secretly looked at me, and I always looked at B as well. It must have been because of taking too many drugs that these disgusting thoughts were spewed out.

Laughter rang out around me, as if trying to lull me into a frenzy, but then suddenly stopped and turned into mocking noises instead.

I looked up at Bee as he walked in. “Chris,” I don't know what Bee wanted. But looking into his eyes, this isn't the first time Bee has tried to protect me. This wasn't the first time my heart had trembled because of him. I looked at Bee's empty hand that was stretched out in front of me before I grabbed it and jumped out of the car and walked away. Far enough that they'll never find me.

B lifted me up from evil and led me to freedom.

He truly is my messiah.

I opened my eyes as I felt the vibrations of the car. The pain throughout my body was apparent just as I moved. B is next to me In the driver's seat, his face was blank and unreadable. I looked around and saw that this area was nothing but sand and trees and I didn't know where I was on the road. I leaned my head on the car as I thought of the hopelessness we had encountered.

It's so violent and cruel, I thought we'd be free forever after Bee blew those skulls away. But I was wrong. They will continue to search for us until they get their revenge on me. They succeeded, and how lucky no one thought of putting a bullet in my skull. Like I used to do

On the way, I asked Bee to stop the car when the vibrations became too painful for me. I cried hard as I pressed my face on the mountainside. There were many times when I begged Bee not to rob the drug store but he said he couldn't bear to see me suffer. The bruise on my abdomen gradually changed color and faded with each passing day. I looked up at Bee who was leaning against the car with his arms crossed, with a look of anger behind me after I carried myself to ask for medicine from the seller, and he gave it because he pitied me. I don't want to rob I don't want to make the mistake again, not anymore.

B never told me where he was driving and I never thought about my only destination being to have B. Having him everywhere, protecting me, creating happiness, making me laugh the loudest while doing crazy things together. Pictures of me, alcohol, cigarettes, music his smile It disappeared without me expecting it.

The feeling of falling from a height made me startled. I looked around as the car stopped in a familiar place. The darkness of the sky obscured the details, but it became clearer when I closed the car door and followed Bee to look at the thin cloth in his hand. come on your own face

“I know where they are,” Bee said. He lowered his head to his forehead. “Don't turn on the lights. Be quiet. We're not that far from them here.” He tried to force the gun into his hand. But I was too scared to have it, and finally the little gun was in my hand. Under his tightly clasped hands “There are eight in here, Chris can use them if necessary.”

"Bee isn't with Chris? Where is Bee going?"

“Put out as much stuff as you can.” B rubbed my face. His smile peeked out from the cloth covering his face. “B is going to collect B's things too.” He pushed himself away. Handing over a large bag, “I'll meet you at the car. Hurry and go now.”

“Uh..” Bee's fingers moved the cloth covering my face up. Smiling at me as I slowly walked away from him.

The whole way home was pitch dark, the lights from the casino flickered on and then went out. It lit up then dimmed again until it brought me home. Warmth radiated when I opened the door. Thank God there was no damage. I thought the key would be broken and everything would be gone after leaving this house for so long. The leather jacket was still there. The sound of the clock, the liquor bottle on the floor. Cigarette ash by the window

I put my bag on the table as I thought about what I would need for me to move around the house. Find everything you can get. So many memories were made here, I poured all my savings into my bag. Followed by B's favorite shirt, blanket, doll that she liked as a child, and B's flower. Then I thought that everything was complete. Until his eyes fell on the picture frame on the wall, it was a picture of a family, with a father and a mother.

And I, just four years old, was too young to understand why my parents had moved to this town. They just wanted to protect me from demons. But demons are everywhere, including this city. We just adapt and live with goodness. That's what they left me to remember, always pulling the picture out of the frame. Fold it into small pieces and insert it into your bag.

I put my bag on one shoulder and looked back at the house before closing the door. Turned to look at B who was waiting in the car and walked towards him. “Let's get in the car.” B grabbed the heavy bag and walked out. Put it behind you and walk to the car. I looked around for his other bag but couldn't find it before I looked up and met Bee's eyes. He gave a faint smile.

It wasn't until we had driven some distance away that the sound of an explosion sounded. I covered my ears as I sunk into my seat as the car continued to drive. I looked up at B. The flames were so hot that my cheeks were hot. It was all his work. He thought that there was no way he would bring me back here unless he had a plan. I held on to the cushion as I rose up and turned to look at the destruction we had come from. Gray smoke floats into the sky.

Orange light reflected in his eyes like fireworks being set off at a celebration.

Bee turned to me and wiped tears from my cheeks with her hands. I didn't even realize I was crying or what I was feeling. Between happiness and sadness I can't tell them apart at all.

Onedream, one life, one lover

Paintme happy and blue

I raised my hand to the sky as I closed my eyes and let the breeze hit me, letting the hem of my shirt blow back as my hair brushed against my skin. The cold was replaced by warmth as the sun peeked over the horizon. Dispel the fears and problems we have encountered.

The engine had stopped and I was smiling at the golden field in front of him, who held my hand firmly before my hand was pulled away. We ran inside. Laughing among the flowers Petals fluttered as Bee lay on top of her, his strong arms supporting his ears. Dark eyes focused.

B slowly undressed me through his eyes.

Gently pushing my shoulders until we were lying side by side looking at the endless sky up there.

I never thought I would like cinnamon-flavored candy when it was in my mouth. I never thought I would like the sweet bitterness I've been through.

I was twirling the candy stick in my mouth, leaning my ear against Bee's strong belly. Staring at him, leaning on his arms while looking down. Lifting his other hand, he stroked my hair before I popped the candy into his mouth instead.

B likes bitterness too, that's all I know. before being lifted up to look at him closely My heart always beats hard for B. He always makes me fall in love.

I'm not normal but I'm not weird. The only thing I'm like is that I'm still struggling and striving for freedom, believing it to exist.

This world has taught me to believe that and those people. My friends blew my mind away like smoke and replaced it with the belief that one can find freedom with money. With alcohol, cigarettes, sex, and drugs, they don't even know what freedom is. same for me I just know there's something more I want than freedom that I know I want more than that.

On the day I felt like I was being chased and imprisoned just to free myself from the devil. It was at the same time that I found freedom. It was a moment that made me see my destination.

On our endless road I found my own path