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ACACIA
"Strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you" [strawberries&cigarretes - troye sivan]
My lips.
My lips
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They've lied, they've parted to form all sorts of smiles - especially those who didn't reach the eyes - and grins, they've expressed many thoughts to create speeches, they've drank and gobbled what little food I were ever given, they've dried countless times.
However, today they did something they had never done before.
Kissed a boy.
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Today was definitely a day of firsts - the first day I kissed the brother of my lifetime-decided-to-be-enemy. The first day I met him. This is simply ridiculous.
I was supposed to find out the mystery behind my brother's death, not get kidnapped and 'tortured' by a crazy, teenage mafia maniac and be held captive for months. Emotionally, physically, mentally, socially, life-at-stake-ly, tortured by Enzo. Till the point I met his brother: his what-seemed-to-be nice brother, Edran.
But, despite my internal organs screaming to flee the scene using whatever skills I've acquired from daily training sessions with Lucas, I stayed still while Edran approached me.
And stayed still even as Enzo pushed Edran onto me (who was lying down pathetically on the soggy wooden floor, attached to an ice-cold metal post) and locked the door behind us.
Undoubtedly and unsurprisingly, our lips met.
Before I got to know the Edran.
