Just me
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Description
Why? Stop tearing up you fool. Stop making a fool of yourselves. Please, just stop hurting yourselves.
Foreword
Yes, I cry. I cry not because I miss you. I cry because it hurt so much. Here. Here. This beating heart is hurting, breaking, crushing and burning so much. It hurts. To know your lie. To pretend that everything is okay. To be the angel in this situation. To suppress all my feeling. To let you do what you want to me. To let you break my heart. To ignore this crushing heart. To know that this is what I want. To preserve the memory. It hurts that when I realize I am the source to my hurting heart and the one who is not in fault is you. The girl clutching her shirt on her chest tightly, bend with uncomfortable position on the bed inside the bedroom. With no source of light. Curtain closed, lamp off. Dark.
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