Twisted Lies

by Ana Huang

If my thoughts were chaos, she was my anchor. They always went back to her.

Green eyes. Green dress. Symbolic of life and nature. Green. Apparently, it was my new favorite fucking color.

“Because I don’t want to be jailed for murder if anyone touches a hair on your head.”

Some photos were worth a thousand words. This photo said only one. Mine.

“Touch her for any reason other than to save her life, and you die.” I didn’t care how long Kage and I had been friends. No one touched her except me.

“If you saw yourself the way other people see you,” he said quietly. “You’d never doubt again.” Curiosity and something infinitely sweeter and more dangerous fluttered to life in my heart. “How do other people see me?” Christian’s eyes didn’t leave mine. “Like you’re the most beautiful, most remarkable thing they’ve ever seen.”