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.