It has been a week now. No words were shared. No messages were received. She was devastated. Miserably crying herself to sleep. One would wonder, why wouldn't she text?.
She had her own logic in the matter. She knew it would end eventually. So better let it end gracefully.
Another lost friend. There's nothing new here. But why was she feeling blue? It's worse than she has ever felt before.
To be honest, after a few days, she made her peace with it. Decided that it is better for him to just let this be the end.
She would go back to her lonely, miserable life. The routine and loneliness are killing her slowly.
Alas, the lives she builds crumble right in front of her. So she starts the construction every time.
She gave up on happiness.
She became a cadaver that sways to the winds of life.
For a very little time, he was a warm breeze warming her cold lungs.
Touché.
Everything comes to an end.
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Non-FictionJust a girl who met a boy then, the story took place without even trying.
