I walked down the street, hood pulled over my head, blocking my shame from the world. Nothing mattered any more. They'd all warned me, don't delve too deep or you'll drown.
How could he? How could he do that to me? He told me he loved me, that no matter what anyone said he would stay with me. But at the first sight of danger he fled, fled back to safety, leaving me in the dark. He left me, and so easily too.
I had trusted him with every single secret, everything I'd kept hidden from the world. He knew how to strike me where it would hurt, and where I could never heal. These scars would never heal, they would always be there, mocking me.
I thought it would be impossible, impossible to break what we had. What he felt for me. But everything we had, everything I felt for him, is gone now.
My heart may be broken, and I may never feel anything for a long time. But I was happy with him, he was happy with me, even though we had to keep it hidden.
But I guess it would be impossible to create a love story out of empty promises.
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Sing To Me Instead
Short StoryA collection of thirty shorts - my NaNoWriMo project for 2021. All of these are based off of songs that I really love, so give them a listen while you read. There will be angst, awkwardness, and hopefully funny and cute scenes. There will also be...
