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 girl

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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.