Cerise.

  My sweet

  Cerise.

  I glance down

  at her,

  my heart feels

  odd.

  "What is it?" I asks her.

  She hugs me, wrapping

  her arms around my

  waist.

  "Until we meet again."

  She replies, having so

  much confidence.

  She's just like the girl

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  from my dream.

  She was twisted and

  slowly letting go of

  her sanity.

  Just as I.

  I hug her back, holding

  back my tears of joy.

  "I have to get to class."

  I whisper, gently tapping

  Cerise's nose with my

  index finger.

  Cerise,

  my muse with long damp

  red hair and beautiful

  ebony eyes grin

  innocently.

  Her cheeks are dusty

  with a red hue,

  I kiss her again on

  her pink pump

  lips.

  This time the kiss

  is less harsh and

  more gentle just

  like she likes it.

  Cerise kisses

  back before

  pushing me

  away.

  "Goodbye."

  She finally

  says.

  She's ready.