THIS IS A SHORT DRABBLE I WROTE FOR RANDOME REASONS. IT IS DAAR(DAKAMA X ARIS). THE NARRATOR IS ARIS, JUST SO YA KNOW. THAT IS ALL THAT NEEDED TO BE SAID.
She lay next to me, tangled in sheets. Man, was she a violent sleeper. Almost as fiesty as she was awake. I reached out to touch her soft, silver skin, my finger gingerly petting her face. Her eyes slowly began to open, they shined like rebel diamonds cut out of the sun. I continued to pet her face, and whispered gently, "Mornin' princess." Well, even with such a warm atmosphere, she had to give me her old, icy self. She slapped my hand from her face, shoved me into the wall, and fell out of the bed in a wild fury.
"WHAT AM I DOING WITH YOU?!" she screamed, a vein almost popping out of her forehead. I gave her a small chuckle.
"Don't you remember, you confessed your love to me." She gave me a look of utter disgust, then gave me a small, sarcastic smile.
"Hah, the only feelings I'd ever confess to you is the fact that I hate you!" she laughed grimly. I moved out of my bed, brang myself close to her.
"That's not what I remembered. Didn't you say that," I paused for emphasis,"you loved me." Her face turned charcoal grey, her smile quickly turning into a scowl.
"I did no such thing!" And with that, she picked up her boots and stormed out of my room. Ah, how I love her fiestiness and sense of denial. I laughed to myself while I dressed, thinking about her. She's my special someone.
She's someone beautiful.