Morning After

"You love me, you know you do." His voice was rough, demanding, but she's already fading away, like the strange, strange blue smoke. "I can't." The moment fades, colours dripping from violent to murky, like water thrown over a painted world. The drip-drip of stale beer and even staler lies. They're all so lost. Told through the eyes of Rose and Lily. Rating may change