𝘌𝘺𝘦𝘴

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by invisiblewastaken

by invisiblewastaken

                                    
                                              I saw him again. 
But he looked different. 
Different from what I expected. 
His eyes were different. 
The sadness in his eyes as he was watching me created a lump in my throat. 
His eyes were glossy and looked like he was about to cry. 
But he didn't. 
He couldn't. 
His eyes were displaying his feelings like a window to his heart. 
I wanted to hug him and let him cry in my embrace. 
But I couldn't. 
Not after what I did to him. 
And not when I was lying in a hospital bed with a body I couldn't move.