Pallid

We're sitting on my bed, staring at each other. Her eyes are bright and clear today, hair only falling into them a little. It's different, because she's usually all over the place and her eyes are usually red because she's either high or drunk or been crying. But she hasn't been drinking or taking any of those pretty pink, blue, yellow, or purple pills or even been crying. She hasn't even told me she hates me today. We do this thing where we'll just stare at each other and say whatever comes to mind. It can last for hours sometimes.

Moments like these remind me why I fell in love with her in the first place.

She touches my face.

"Do you love me?"

"I adore you."

"Would you do anything for me?"

"I'd die for you." She simply smiles happily at this and climbs on me, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"You're so stupid," she laughs.