Trembling lips whispering loving words. Words that will mean nothing in the morning. Words that doesn't matter at all to her, but that makes her breathing a little clamer. He assures her that she'll be alright, that this won't change anything. But she knows that this is the final step towards becoming the girl she so yearns to be. The girl that's been hiding inside of her ever since she took her very first breath. The girl that's been visible sometimes, in the short skirts and black eyeliner. This is an experience she has to have, a test she needs to take, the next step up on the ladder she's climbing to be her. A milestone.

 

She knows she will remember it for the rest of her life. She will remember how his breath smelled of cheap whiskey and the mint he was considerate enough to take. She will remember how his hair carried a scent of the ocean underneath the thick smell of cigarettes. She will remember the colour and texture of the car upholstery, and how it smelled of tobacco and fast food. She will remember how his hands tasted of salt when he carefully caressed her lips, and how softly he touched her. She will remember his gaze, and how his eyes were glossy. She will remember the dull satisfaction of him pushing inside her. She will remember what he looked like with his eyes closed from pleasure. She will remember his soft moans against her lips. She will remember the look on his face when he came, and how warm his body was on top of hers.

 

He will remember her smile, that cold and narcissistic smile. A smile that mirrored a feeling of self-fullfilment. He knew it hadn't been for him, but he still wished she could at least be kind enough to pretend. Perhaps the old Melanie would've lied. But this new girl? No. Not a chance in hell she would ever lie to someone simply to deny them hurt. He will remember how she pushed him off of her, slid up her panties, arranged her clothes, and looked in the mirror to make sure her image was intact. She then gathered her belongings, got out of the car, and walked away over the empty parking lot. He was still panting in the backseat.