It was as I was standing in my kitchen, waiting for my toast to pop that it happened.
The first prick of emotion that I had felt in over 9 months.
The smell of dusty sunlight and the sound of the familiar birds chirping on the balcony brought back the memories that I thought I had successfully fixed so intently in the darkest corner of my mind.
I'd realised that pure heartbreak isn't only experienced when screaming into your pillow at 3am, but it could be felt just as excruciatingly at 9am on a Tuesday morning.
That normal people, no matter how they perceive themselves could feel it too.
Although it wasn't a prick, rather feeling that I was a dartboard and the darts being thrown were stabbing me and it became so overwhelming I didn't know what to do with my hands.
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Lost, Then Found
Teen FictionWhen you've lost everything in your life, and you're about to give up, do you take the risk? Do you allow yourself to do the most courageous thing you ever could, and love again?
