Bad apple

Cloaked in her crimson red apple illusion, polished to a glamorous luster, she enjoys her condescending vantage point. High above them all, she revels in their theatrics, their school-boy antics to garner her attention.

She feels his presence, feels his reproachful gaze wash over her. His is the only approving opinion that she ever craved, but rebelled against. Yet, if he were to ever change his judgment of her, she would find him repugnant, as weak and malleable as the rest.

They yearned for each other, needed each other, but could never accept each other’s defects.