Title: Confetti

Genre:

Angst, romance

OR

Angst (kind of), melancholy, romance

Storyline:

Whereas the pieces of my broken heart is used as confetti.

OR

He told me he didn't love me.

It shattered my heart into pieces, millions and millions of broken shards, but I hid it well enough. I smiled and told him it's fine, that we should stay as friends and pretend this never happened.

Then he invited me to his wedding, which I gladly took up on, once again hiding my tears and sobs.

And there I threw confetti-- confetti made out of my own heart.

+:

Decide, decide. I guess two people can take this, then? I don't know. The first one is more general, though. I don't know.

TAKEN BY: Chunkee__