· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍
୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 laid in her bed, surrounded by the solitude of her dark room. Her mind was drowning in a sea of sadness, consumed by the grief of her father's passing.
She let out a heart-wrenching sob, her body trembling with the force of her emotions.
Hot tears streamed down her face, dampening the pillow under her head.
She clenched her teeth, feeling the pain and despair coursing through her veins.
The weight of her grief was palpable, an unbearable burden that left her feeling raw and exposed.
The only thing that could be heard was her cries and Melanie Martinez - High School Sweethearts.
It was 1 AM and she was the only one up at this moment, making sure no one heard her cries.
𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝟣, you must accept that i'm a little out my mind.
𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝟤, this is a waste if you can't, walk me down the finish line.
𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝟥, give me passion, don't make fun of my fashion.
𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝟦, give me more, give me more, more.
She choked back a sob and whispered through clenched teeth, "Please..." The word was barely audible, a desperate plea that slipped from her lips like a secret.
But there was no one to hear it, no one to hold her or soothe her shattered heart.
She curled up on her side, hugging a pillow tightly to her chest as she cried even harder, the weight of her loneliness and loss threatening to consume her.
Her body shuddered as the memories washed over her, every action and consequence playing out in her mind like a bittersweet movie.
She could see the choices she made and the pain they caused, each one a moment frozen in time.
She could hear the words whispered in the darkness, promises made and broken.
She could feel the tears streaming down her face, warm and salty, each one a testament to the hurt and sadness that enveloped her.
Her breath came in rapid, shallow gasps, and she felt utterly alone in her grief and guilt.
In that moment, it felt as if her world was coming to an end.
The darkness was all-consuming, and the weight of her emotions was so heavy that she felt as if she was drowning.
The tears fell like rain, drenching everything in a veil of melancholy.
Every fiber of her being ached with the pain and guilt that clutched tightly at her heart. She felt like a leaf being tossed about in a storm, utterly helpless against the torrent of her own despair.
The sound of her phone ringing snapped her out of her spiral of self-pity, causing her to straighten up and hastily wipe away the tears streaming down her face.
