White Lilly's

The struggles of being bewitched.

Caught in a trap.

In strings made of steel.

I motioned my curse into the hidden caves of my heart.

I didn't want to lose Korain too.

We made it to the convenience store and he put me down onto shaky ground.

I was freezing.

I wondered if my lips were a tint of purple.

It felt icy, enough to burn.

Korain tapped the excess water off the umbrella and gave me a look around.

His eyes widened, and he rushed to the counter.

Returning with two hot buns in hand.

It was warm and too inviting.

It frightened me, but I couldn't let go.

I needed to defrost.

He insisted on standing under the store's pavilion outside.

He worried if the store might have been too cold for me.

Speaking drastically.

I would have taken hypothermia over beached mermaid.

I had to lie to him again.

White lies seemed common for me now.

He made me promise that I would rush home.

I could see his figure mix into the lines of falling rain as he went the same way we came.

He left me his umbrella and sweater.

I stayed until nightfall.

I couldn't risk it.

Making my way home was challenging.

I jumped over every puddle I could visibly see through shades of dark and darted around every drenched tree.

I hated lying to him.

The guilt started to become too much.

Sometimes Lilly's are like white lies.