POEM STARTER

'The truth finally came to light.'

Write a poem which ends with this line.

A White Lie

( this is like when you flip to a random page in a book and get a juicy plot even though you got no clue what’s going on )



“ Yeah. Dad has a few hours left, don’t he?” My fiance looked at me, his expression blank. I nodded, holding his hand as we continued to drive through the rain pounding against the car. “ You know, I forgave him for what he did.” My fiance said again, this time, his jaw was clenched. What a lie. “ Yeah?” I replied, my expression blank, and staring ahead towards the foggy roads. It was cold in the car, even though the heat was on. It wasnt actually cold.

“ Yeah. Hospital called earlier and told me he wasnt doing good either.” He said, his hands gripping the steering weel tighter. “ Yeah.” I nodded. He let go of my hand. “ I know what you did, Ariette.” He said. It was a moment that I should’ve defended myself, but I didnt. “ I know he told you to keep what he did secret.” He said again, his expression remaining on the road. I waited for him to speak more, but he didnt, which was somehow scarier. Because now I had no room to speak. “ Yeah. I know his will was supposed to be in your name. I *knew* that.” I said, but there was no urgency. “ But he chose me instead. Can I say why? No. Because I don’t know. So imm sorry if I kept if secret, but you—“ he cut me off with a look. He didnt even say anything. Just the same disgusting look. What a joke. “ It isnt different. You took my ring and sold it! The ring you GAVE me! so I took what you wanted. A will. It’s better than taking a life, isnt it?” He steered the car. Too far. He didnt stop, either. Towards the woods. Towards our death. I simply looked at him, and put my hand over his. Suddenly, we were looking across the valleys from the top if the cliff. No longer talking, arguing, or worrying.

“ I do love things about you. But not you.” He said. It wasn’t meant to be cold. In fact, it sounded sincere, but like an apology.

My gaze shifted to him. I climbed closer to him, now on top of him as I only used my body weight to keep him from potentially moving the car again.

“ You sold your promise to me.” I muttered. This wasnt romantic. I could see the glimmer of of the keys he was holding, positioned like any butcher knife.

“ And i’ll promise you something now,” he murmured a response. His response seemed to calculated. I didnt like it. He gently pried my elbows from resting on his chest, and had me sit back in the passenger seat. I was still staring at his keys.

“ If we get married, we’ll act as partners. We’ll have our own affairs. We’ll practically live lives separate from one another…” his gaze locked with mine, and I didnt like that either. What was worse, was that he moved his hand to mine. A simple gesture that seemed to friendly. Too good of an attempt at convincing.

“ … and you wont have to worry about my dad. I’ll get you youre ring, In return, you need to change my dad’s mind about the will. Change it to mine. Mine , alright?” He said it like he was reconsidering his own offer. I stared blankly at him. I really liked my fiance’s dad, but I really hated my fiance. Fine.

I rubbed my face in defeat and just nodded. He looked at me, grimacing. “ Use your fucking words Ariette.” The flat growl in his tone was off incredibly. “ Yes, yes! I’ll change your dad’s will, get you his money, and you’ll get me my stupid ring back.” I sighed, looking out the window. It was dark outside, so I couldnt see the man watching me out in the woods. My fiance pulled my face in and kissed me. It wasnt a romantic kiss. It was like kissing poison, just to seal a deal. He pulled away, satisfied that he’d sorted out his issues.

The next weeks went by like a blur. Changing his poor father’s mind to give him the will, and not realizing the White Lie behind it all.


( maybe a part two??? Idk. Just got back to the app gng💔)

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