"Whatever you thought, you were wrong."

She turns the stone over and over, fingers caressing the smooth surface. She can't look up.

"Whatever you thought, you didn't ask me if it was true. You didn't give me a chance. And now it's too late."

The stone disappears into her palm, swallowed up, the way she feels. Swallowed whole. She stands, and this time she looks at him. Looks into his face, his dark eyes. They are expressionless, so far removed from how he used to be, and she knows he doesn't believe her.

"I would have given you a chance," she says and she walks out the door, grabs her keys from the hutch beside the door and her helmet.

As she swings her leg over the bike she looks back. A curtain moves. Then she's gone.

Love always leaves
Some black and blues.
(These kitten claws
Have scratched a few)
Hearts break because
That's what they do.

There's always a reason
For everything.
*Whatever you thought
That love could bring,
Don't dismiss it now
That you've felt its sting.

It's not about
Who lost or who won.
Hope's been known to grow
Where once was none,
And time can heal,
I've seen it done.

The scars will fade,
Romantic souvenirs.
Learn from those wounds,
Keep the lessons near.
And you'll find that a much
better love will appear.

Pain just means
pleasure's overdue,
And soon enough
It'll come to you.
Love always leaves
Some black and blues.

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Don't pretend your heart's
in my custody.
Go on and lust away
while it's killing me.
Oh, It hurts much more
than words can say
To keep on loving
you this way.

I'll tell you for good now, boy.

I Left the Last of my tears
on the bathroom floor.
I won't let myself cry
for you no more.

Hopes keep on floating
and I keep sinking
Cause, us together's
pipe dream thinking.
I blame *the fortress
of your heart.
It's always been what's kept
us most apart.

I'll tell you for good now, boy

Don't you be shocked
when there's no tears today.
I don't got a single one left
to cry out, anyway.

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The Fortress of Your Heart ?
pfft
you've got to be kidding
you let anyone in
underneath your skin
and between your sheets
cheats quicker than a snake
thats what they say
dont know why I didnt listen
had to prove it to myself
thought you'd be different
but isnt that always our mistake?
this time, this time, this time
came and went
there is no next time, baby
red lipstick stains on your goodbye
last thing you'll ever get from me

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June never really trusted numbers. They were too definite, too direct. There was something about the certainty when numbers were used that made her uncomfortable. There was no wiggle room. If it was one, there was only one. If it was five, there was an odd one out.

In spite of this, she did have a lucky number. Her lucky number was 7. She wasn't sure when it became her lucky number, but she thinks it was when she was 5 or 6 years old. To her, once she was 7 she was practically an adult. When she was 7 her mom said she could get her ears pierced. When she was 7 she could walk the block to school alone.

Since then, 7 was always her lucky number and if she ever had a choice she chose 7. When she had a party she only invited 7 friends. She only had 7 friends, but that was beside the point. Every birthday she only had 7 candles on her cake. Seven was the only number she trusted.

When she turned 27 she married a man named Stan and they had a daughter together. They named her Seven. It was her hope that by naming her daughter Seven that she'd have a lucky life. At first it seemed to work. Seven was a beautiful little girl. She smiled at everyone and loved to laugh.

Maybe to was something about the name, some jinx, but when Seven turned 7 she lost the ability to speak. On her birthday she couldn't say a word. No one knew what had happened. She could still understand and went about her day, as happy a child as ever, but she didn't speak. She grew into a beautiful teenager, but in spite of the tests no doctor could find out what was wrong.

June regretted that she'd named Seven after that lucky number, since it seemed that it wasn't so lucky after all.

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The room went silent. Then the snickers started. My eyes were glued to that little scrap of paper, but I could feel the whispering words behind the well-manicured hands. I could hear their smug smiles.

I had drawn that lucky number.

Again.

And thats when I knew. There was no escaping. There was no running. There was no way out of what I had to do. What I secretly wanted to do.

I slowly placed the fishbowl on the table and picked up the keys that matched that damed lucky number.