She was fire and ice; she would either burn you or freeze you out. She learned very early that love was a myth made up by mothers who were too scared of their little girl ending up with no one to take care of her. She constantly wondered why a girl couldn't just take care of herself. She was rock candy; you wanted to taste her but she always cut your mouth.

 

She found herself in random beds on Friday nights, because sex didn't need to be with someone you love, if love didn't exist. She left before the sun came up, zipping her black boots back up, and walking home in the rain. She didn't have time to be sad.