Stella
The hospital mirror harshly displayed the consequences of the accident, a scar that makes its way from the inner part of my neck, over lines the shape of my jawline and across my cheek planting itself inches away from my nose. The doctors says the reason for it was undoubtedly due to the impact of the accident. The broken glass slicing through my skin leaves me standing here with only two things pain and emptiness. As I observe my reflection, feeling this way is oddly familiar.
Emily had told me in detail what had happened the last few months. How I've tried to move pass all the pain and more importantly, Axels arising feelings. The latter came as a bit of shock, unable to imagine how and why feelings had developed in the first place. All the confusion only made my head spin but throughout that, there was only one clarity.
The only thing that made sense to me was how I felt, and the downfall of that was is that it was nowhere near happiness. It was no where compared to what Axel felt for me.
Because I still felt a heartfelt emotions wallowing in a mixture of pain for a person that no longer has presence in my life.
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Lost And More Importantly, Loved
Short StoryChoices. That is what love is all about. Which misery would you have chose, to have lost or loved? Be it as it may, is fate ever on our side anyway?
