My first love, my last love. We will meet again someday. I will always love you forever.
"Dahni, I want to break up." You say. Dahni stayed silent while trembling. Tears started to go down on her face one by one until a stream came down. You walk away from her, hearing her sniffles and cries.
*Ugh, she's so loud.* You try to zone out to muffle her cries.
*Just shut up already.* You finally got to your white Toyota and opened the door. It smelt like mint air freshener, plus it was a bit warm, but you could still feel the cold, fearfulness of your actions roam over your mind. The darkness of your mind kept getting into you. You finally open the car's engine and start to drive. The window is open and cool breezes comes in your car. The clouds had a blue-greenish look up. Colors of red and orange started to blend within another. Was the decision I made right? At least I had the courage to say those words to her. I did a good job. I did a good job. I did a good job.
I had finally gotten to my home. It was a apartment complex that was grey on the outside with other compartments surrounding it. I fumbled the keys out of my pocket, leading it to tumbling down on the floor making a tingling, bell sound. I bent over to pick it up. I got the keys into my hand and unlocked the door. I went inside to find that aroma of hotness. It was warm, not cold like the outside, but it felt like home. I could smell the aromas inside, it smelled like mold and old leftovers on the table that I forgot to refrigerate before I walked out of the door to meet my ex-love. It was some sort of Tocino sausage that was full of grease and fat from the outside of its brown-burnish black skin.
*Ugh, disgusting. Stupid idiot.* You huffed. You grumbled and started to take the plate of the fat plate of grease off to the trash then putting the circle object into the sink to wash later, which probably meant you wouldn't wash the dish until after a few hours later. You head to the bathroom to wash up your dirty body. You first take off the striped scarf you were wearing, then your red beanie. Your beige colored cargo pants and pink strawberry panties and black turtle neck shirt and everything else surrounding your body. The grey handle in the tub was turned on to a hot, steaming temperature to give your body its needs. Occasionally, you turn the tub's temperature to flaming hot when it's cold, but this time, your body didn't feel neither hot or cold, but felt empty as if your body was nothing but an empty hole was in your stomach and that you couldn't feel anything. What was there in that body of yours making you feel the way you were? You mumbled to yourself, but remembered that the tub was still running. You look at the tub and see bits of steam coming out one by one. You reached out for the water to feel it's hotness, but as a few seconds ago where you were thinking, you can't feel anything. Was I sick? Am I going through something? I stripped my thoughts one by one and shook them aside as I plopped right into the tub. You sat down letting water from above sprinkle down onto your shimmering head. You felt the blankness in your eyes. What was I thinking about again? You were so confused about what was happening. Dripping water. Slowly drifting into your body. Slithering everywhere. Water. Water? Salty water. Tears. Cries. Our love. My Love. Dahni. Dahni? Who's Dahni? Who? Dahni, my love.
