It is easy to love and easy to not care. Atleast for them all, it is. For me, it is not. It has never been. I am not immune to my feelings; the erractic pounding of my heartbeats when the panic hits me, the ragged breaths I have no choice but to take in so as to survive, the unwanted heat that spread through my body, my face when I understand just how much it affects me to be broken and uncapable of being fixed again.
I wanted a forever, did I receive it? Maybe, I never will. I ran to the wrong persons. I ran to at the wrong time.
I wanted to be a hero, who would have saved me then? Maybe, no one.
I could not attain saving my own soul.
I wanted a one true love, did I feel it? Maybe, I never had. I often refused believing. Until I finally did.
I did not believe in love at first sight. I cannot even believe in love. No more. All I believed in was my existence; and that even, was fading into nothing.
Was I happy? No. Could I ever be happy? No.
I have thus decided to no more be the one who narrates life under the name of a girl whose trust has always been broken because I would rather be the girl whose happy ending happened.
I am sorry if I die today.
But I am not.
'Cause I am already dead.
Goodbye for now.
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Life As Told By A Girl Whose Trust Is Always Broken
القصة القصيرةHow many girls are there out in this world that trust too much? Just how many time would it takes for them to stop trusting? My name, as insignificant as it is, is Hanshika. But call me Heaven. I heard Mr. Right was right around the corner but where...
