OPEN | prompt two | LOVE

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prompt two | L O V E And what you can never know from the beginning is how hard or how long you'll love something; how even when it is gone the love will chase you down, loping like dark flame through your blood. — Some lies are love. — Love blurs your vision; but after it recedes, you can see more clearly than ever. It's like the tide going out, revealing whatever's been thrown away and sunk: broken bottles, old gloves, rusting pop cans, nibbled fishbodies, bones. This is the kind of thing you see if you sit in the darkness with open eyes, not knowing the future. The ruin you've made.

 

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[recovers]

[ Her brow furrows even before Vedya has finished her sentence. The girls had told her you don't understand anything and that's true, but none of them had bothered to tell her what that meant. When Vedya beckons, Lara steps closer; evolution's natural call and response for strong jaws and weak girls. ]

I don't understand, [ she says, quiet as a mouse. ] Why would you lie?

[eyetooth]

[ Girls, Vedya think, are not born weak. They are made weak by circumstance, by the world around them, by the vultures that circle looking to peck their bones clean and by the predators with hawk smiles and hidden claws that fell them in the first place (what's yours is now mine).

Vedya crowds the girl when she's close. ]

I didn't lie. They did. I almost lost because of it. They knew that I would.

[recovers]

[ There is not enough air. That is the first thing Lara thinks and she hiccups something between a sharp inhale and a gasp, Vedya's sharp features and sharper eyes overtaking her space and vision. It makes her arms pull closer to her chest, hands hugging her arms, be small and light and you'll float away, Lara, small and light and made of air. ]

But you won. Almost— [ She takes a deep breath, a sudden surge of something that makes her tip her chin the slightest bit skywards. ] Almosts don't count. That's not how you play the game. That's why you won while they were being mean.