Everyone got their own baggage to carry. Material or immaterial, emotional or physical, we all have our own aberration to hide.
And he is one of hers.
But things were different once.
Then, they traded obscene secrets and make peace with each other’s muddy past.
Then, he was the one she battled her demons with, and she was the one who kept his at bay.
Then, he traced each of her scars and said she’s bloody gorgeous in spite of them.
Then, she told him that though she doesn’t believe in anything, she had faith on him.
Then, she was devoted to him and he was in love with her. Even when his sins caught up with him and she had to pay her due, it was all worth it. Because they had each other, and it was enough.
Then, he was the one who think her dirty laundry looks good on her.
Now, though, he’s just one of the skeletons in her messy closet.
(and given what’s in it, she doesn’t think anyone else would ever do the same. So she sealed it somewhere far away, and goes on pretending everything’s alright.)
À LA MORT,
Prompt: All Time Low’s Dirty Laundry.
“I don’t care about what you did, only care about what we do. Dirty laundry looks good on you.”