Hollow Highs [h.s]

5.

The mundanity of life doesn't simply fade away.

No.

It consumes the person slowly and painfully. It devours their thoughts and thinking. Everything slowly becomes black and white. Nothing seems to be the same at some perpetual juncture.

It's like a headache. A headache that no pill can cure. It's the kind of headache that makes you want to pull out your hair, strand by strand from your scalp so that it starts to bleed.

The word 'mundane' is underestimated. It's not only boredom but raging thoughts and an unquenchable thirst for something new and brilliant in this bland world.

Eliana was the utterly unprecedented splash of technicolour in Harry's life.

He never saw her coming. She appeared suddenly and abruptly without any prior notice. She was a result of solely being spontaneous.

But she also brought guilt along with her addictive self.

Here he was, sitting with Clara and thoughts of Eliana seemed to hoard his brain like a stampede. He felt guilty, for he was thinking about another girl when with his girlfriend.

He loved Clara, but was he in love with her?

Would he actually repeat all of his adversities in order to have Clara close next to him?

He looked at the beautiful girl in front of him. He admired her a lot. He thought of her highly. She was a commendable young woman, undoubtedly.

They had been together for one year. It had been a good year. It had been blissful but Clara lost sight of herself. She drowned, she drowned so deep that Harry couldn't pull her up.

She became someone else. Someone even he couldn't recognise. The realisation hit him like a truck. He could feel everything crumble slowly. He wanted to be there for her but he failed.

"Clara," Harry called her. His voice trembled. He put his hair in a bun quickly.

"Yeah?" She answered him, looking up at him from her phone.

"There's no way to say this." He mumbled, his palms begun to sweat. He rubbed them over his thighs.

"Just say it." She said, disinterested in whatever he was going to say.

"I think we should break up." He said. He held in a breath, waiting for her to reply back.

Clara immediately dropped her phone and looked at him with narrow eyes, trying to pry out the source from there was coming. Her full lips formed into a line, her shaped brows were raised at his revelation.

"Is this about that girl.. Eliana." She inquired further. Hard scoffed at her accusing words and rolled his eyes.

"No. I'm not breaking up with you because of someone else but because of me." He said. He was surprised how Clara didn't react with force but was calm and composed, as if the whole debacle didn't affect her at all.