A/N: For those who can see the photo at the top, the half waves are meant to be more curly than that. I just couldn't find a more suitable depiction than that picture. But for anyone interested in designing something like that for me, feel free to hit me up in my DM. I'll really appreciate the gesture.
That's all for now. Happy reading!
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"Dum spiro, spero; Dum spero, vivo- While I breathe, I hope; while I hope, I live."- CJ Hillidge.
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By the bedside, the time read, '5:15 am' on Simone's alarm clock. Seated upright in bed, with the covers over her lower half, Simone stared into space with dry, puffy, red eyes. Her gaze distraught and full of anguish.
It was already Saturday morning, but since she couldn't get a wink of sleep all night, it didn't really make much of a difference to her.
What was the purpose of morning when it did little to lift her heavy heart?
Oh how she wanted to curse him! To inflict the same pain he'd caused her, only ten times worse. She hated him so much a metallic taste filled her mouth. But even more than him, she hated herself.
Simone had never felt such an intense negativity in her since the time her parents divorced.
Yet again, her powerlessness, and incapability disgusted her, more so her self-pity.
How did one begin to accept the fact that five years; not one, not two, but five irreversible years were wasted overnight?
Where would she begin? Most importantly, what was the purpose of it all?
Why?
She thought she could do it. She thought she could prove to her parents and everyone, including her self that she could maintain a relationship.
There were many red flags. It wasn't that she was oblivious to them, she had just believed her love was big enough to overlook them.
How utterly foolish of her.
The first one is usually a warning, so you should watch it.
The second time, is the limit so you should probably distance yourself.
And the third time... Well, it's pretty obvious. It's time to let go.
It's time to let go.
Those were her very words, but she betrayed them. How many was it? When had she lost count?
But most importantly, a memory- a question she had forgotten long ago suddenly reeled fresh in her mind.
"Even if i change?"....
"G- George" her voice came out a breathy whisper as they both came back for air.
"Is something wrong?" He breathed hoarsely with hooded lids.
"What did you mean by that question?" She asked.
"What question?"
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