RAW, HONEST… REAL – flawedmagazine

The scent of last night’s lover still lingering on her skin she invited him in. As he came closer he realised she wasn’t the illusion she had created for others. No Sunday fun day. No filter. Tinier. Fragile. She consisted of morning coffee and messed-up hair, long nights and Smudgy eyes. Books and rays of sunlight. Something different he thought. Raw, Honest… Real.