A Hard Habit To Break

Prologue

It is 10:00 in the evening, and I am here all alone in my room while Chicago's song Hard Habit to Break is playing in the background. I close my eyes and a lone tear rolls down to my face as darkness fills the emptiness I feel inside. I never thought choosing what was best and right for him would be this heartbreaking.

They say heartbreak is like a scar on your heart, but this is more like a bruise. A sensation which is almost like a free — fall within my chest, instantly followed by a silent yet violent 'crashing crack', like fine crystal, china breaking with the sound on mute.

The crystal splinters off into innumerable shards, bringing with it a passionate pain that is both frozen and burning, stabbing and throbbing, concomitantly with a quivering, crushing weight that makes it difficult to breathe calmly.

These sharp, icy-hot crystal fractals carry off in my bloodstream and shoot down my arms to settle into the base of my thumbs and my wrists — it even flows down my legs and into the arches of my feet and the base of my toes.

It's tearing me apart, tormenting my soul down to the deepest core, and leaving me nothing but a broken wing and full of uncertainties.

As the song plays its chorus once more, I open my eyes and take a pause, gathering all my strengths to make a better choice, to breathe, and let love have a moment to guide me once more. And just like how the sun rises after dawn, hope is slowly taking over me.

It might be too late for me to realize how I love him so damn much, but giving up will never be an option this time - without putting up a goddamn fight.

And before he knows it, he's already falling so hard for me again, and again, and again. That no way in hell he can deny or resist, nor escape or hide from it.

Because I promise this day onward to get him back; by hook or by crooked, for he is absolutely and most definitely MY HARD HABIT TO BREAK.