Romantic Truth and Lies

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s to feel the effects. That is all alcohol should stand for. I'm only seventeen years old. Alth

the liquid that it was a

never be, no matter how much I drink. Even when

o forget

ough to make me forget. If there was another way to erase my demons and induce amne

angston in the corner booth next to

tay with me for another hour, d

room before climbing onto a stool at the bar. We have a waiter, but I don'

ve me right away. His tip, like his job, necessitates it. This is just another bar owned by my family.

that coming here on a daily

at the far end of the bar and walks over to me, pouring me another glass of the best bourbon we have. I

mare will soon be over. My memory will be wiped clea

es. Her cheeks, however, do not burn with embarrassment. Instead, as she scans behind her,

but the coloring alone does not reveal her ethnicity. We live in Miami, where everyone is tanned. Her skin, howeve

ze it like I do everything else. My memory is perfect, and even if

o much. Instead of revealing the curves beneath her tank top, it hangs like a te

er face. Fear has vanished. The clumsy girl has vanished. Go

r clothes are two

powerful woman. Her steps are bold and robust as she

as she whispers, but I know he'll bring her whatever drink she ordered without checking her age. And I'm correct

greenish blue eyes and unwavering poise are

t only because of me. I've never seen him serve any

sting on her upper lip as she sips the golden liqu

kes sen

g about her. I shouldn't bring more evil into her wor

the necessa

ut for Langston and Zeke. As I slide i

er leaves her drink. She is unaware o

a bar like this, an inn

t it's the only indication she heard

s bothered by my proximity. She'll respond. If only for the fact t