"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫..." 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐁𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐭
He was the only thing holding her together, preventing her from falling apart. He was the only thing that mad...
You know that feeling when you are just not happy but you are not necessarily sad either? The numbness was quick to start as a flicker. I mean, I barely felt it but then, it slowly crept into me and God, it engulfed my entirety. It was choking me. It made me feel like I couldn't breathe. It depleted me from the inside out and it was very thorough. I knew what emptiness felt like and this was like an upgraded version of it.
And I have had to live with it for a while now, holding on to that surge of hope that was still tucked safely, somewhere inside of me, that I would wake up one morning and I would feel like my normal self again.
Okay, maybe I lied.
I lied.
I lied when I said I was numb and I wasn't hurting. That was just one terrible lie. I was hurting so badly and there was nothing I could do to make it stop, so I gave up altogether and just allowed the pain to eat at me. I was drained and I had no strength left in me to fight against the hollowness.
I blinked, slowly coming back in touch with my surroundings and I heaved a sigh. I zoned out. Again. For the umpteenth time. It was safe to say that was what I had been doing for weeks now. I brought my fingers to my temples, slowly massaging them, in a bid to ease myself of the banging headache that seemed to amplify with every passing second.
My eyes drifted to the textbook in front of me and one of my eyebrows tugged up instinctively because I couldn't comprehend what was in the textbook. It was like I was trying to read in the Greek language. Not like I was expecting a miracle because I have been seated here all day but my mind was somewhere else.
There was no way I could understand what I was reading, so with that anger, I scoffed, pushing the book aside and tapping my fingernails on the surface of the desk, impatiently, my foot rhyming with the sound that emitted from my nails and the desk.
It was funny how the term started a few weeks ago and in the blink of an eye, it was running by in a blur. Our exams were coming up in a few weeks and honestly, every other person could decide they didn't give a fuck but I do. I wasn't going to dent my straight As reputation, just when I am in my finals. There was no way in hell I was going to allow that.
