word prompt: stray
you will take her down with you one day. today, she thinks she's alright, she thinks she's happy, she thinks she has power, she thinks she has free will. and that's what she's going to think tomorrow too. that's what you want her to think. tomorrow, she will feel something she has never felt before. tomorrow, she will ride a high that she will never want to come down from. tomorrow, she will breathe you in and grin, dizzy. and i will brush a stray hair from her eyes. and she will look at me, dazed and confused, still smiling– and ask me who i am, and why i am important. i'll tell her i'm not. the day after, she'll chase that high again. and the day after that. and the day after that. because it's magical, isn't it?– that feeling of knowing everything, being everything. she tells me she can leave whenever she wants to– she just chooses not to. she's in control, or so she always thinks. and the stray hair– it's all over her face, and