"Look at you darling.All whining and crying, like the little slut that you are".
"P-please",I pleaded as tears rolled down my cheeks.I couldn't take it anymore.If he doesn't let me finish this time, I think I might pass out.
"Beg for it and I migh...
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Everything heals with time.
Time helps you forget and heal from it all. Whoever said this was either delusional or had never endured much pain and suffering in their life.It's either one of those reasons.
From my experience,I can definitely tell you that nothing heals with time neither do you forget anything. Everything just seems to get worse or you just accept it and learn to live with it.
What wouldn't I give to forget it all. To pretend like it never happened.
Couldn't there be a spell like Obliviate like in Harry Potter—yes I'm a proud Draco head, never liked Harry much anyways— to erase these awful memories.
I wish that I was still that happy little girl who asked her mother the same petty question over and over again every night.
I still remember it like yesterday as I asked her the same question like every other night."Mama will you ever leaveme?",the little me asked her with wide eyes as I clutched Mr Snuggles— my stuffed bunny—to my chest. "Never my sweet Ziyana, never". She would repeat the same thing over and over again till I fell asleep with a smile on my face.
How naïve was I to think that something, let alone someone could stay permanent in one's life.
My phone buzzed breaking me out of my train of thoughts. As I guessed it was non other than my bestie Sammy.
Bestie for life❤️😘🥰😍: Sorry Ziyi won't be able to hang out with you today. Promise to make it up to you. Get home safely. Love you 💖
Me: No worry babes. Love ya too 😘
I texted back and sighed. I was looking forward to hanging out with her today. Watch some sappy ol' movies and catch up with each others lives. But anyways I guess that was going to be pushed forward until next weekend.
"Sunshine it's gotten quite late. Why don't you start heading home? I'll close the cafè in the next half an hour or so and later head home", Mr Turner, my boss said.
He was a man in his late fifties. He was a nice man from what I had gotten to know him over the past 11 months I've been working for him. He lived alone just across the cafè. He had lost the love of his life Margret in a tragic accident a few years ago,yet when her speak about her till this day even a blind person can see that he was still madly in love with her.
Even I wish to have love like this in my life one day. I just wish I find her or him as soon as possible.
"But-"
"No buts sunshine. It's late and these streets are unsafe for everyone especially this late, may it be men or women", he said seriously. I just nodded. I couldn't exactly disagree with him on that. Any sane person knew that walking late on the dark streets of New York was equivalent to asking for a death wish.
