I'll Think Of A Better Title Later...

You arrive to the designated spot a little late; she looks pissed as you run up to her. You huff out a quick "H-hey Serenity. I'm really sorry that I’m late." She's still pissed. You hand her the gifts. She snatches them from you with a disgusted look on her face. She opens them, smiling slightly. She glares at you as if saying are you going to leave or do I have to make you? You kneel before her with a solemn expression plastered to your rough face. She is taken aback by the sudden kneeling. You ask, "Do you still want to punch me in the face?” She's surprised that you remembered her saying that. She doesn't make any immediate move to hit you. You say, "Please, hit me as hard as you like. I deserve it for what I put you through!" You look down in agony thinking about what you did to her nearly 2 years ago.

I stood there, hand in hand with Eris. Serenity looked up at me, feelings of betrayal and grief in her eyes, mascara tears streamed down her soft, pale face. “I’m sorry Serenity, but Damian is with me now,” Eris said, sneering and looking down on her. Serenity was very much the kicked puppy drenched by the rain. Damian couldn’t help but feel pained looking at her in that pitiful state. He pulled Eris’s hand ever so slightly so that they could leave. He didn’t want to put Serenity through any more torment than he already had.

Serenity sets the gifts down in a safe location, rolls up her sleeve, and gets ready to make a nice indent on your face. She strikes. It hurts like a bitch. Blood drips down from the corner of your mouth. She stands up straighter and blows on her fist as if dusting off the dirtiness that was touching you. Then, just when you think she is going to leave you on the ground dying inside because of regret and sadness, a single tear drop falls on you from above. She reaches down and pulls your lips together, bringing you to your feet. You drop the bag you were carrying and reach up to caress her face. You cautiously do so; worried that she might swat your hand away because she doesn’t want you to touch her. She makes no movement to do so, but continues to kiss you, biting down on your lip to make it bleed more and sadistically licking up a bit of your blood.