Tearing Paper

Breakeven

The best part of me

was always you

Bitter tears rolled down her face as she scribbled those words on the crumpled page of her notebook. She then stopped herself from making a scene and threw a glance at the man that was sitting not far from her.

He was always there. Entering that café with his exhausted, worn-out face that somehow still managed to smile. Spending hours of the evening in front of his old laptop—typing, typing, typing.

She then closed her eyes and reminisced those years she had left behind.

If he was still here, maybe he would be just like that man.

Grown up. Tall. Such a workaholic.

She wondered if he was still in that faraway coast.

What was he doing?

Would he still be waiting for her to come home?

Bad things happen for a reason

but no wise word’s gonna stop the bleeding

He was a part of her. Maybe that was why leaving hurt that much, even after so much time. She often heard that time was some kind of antidote—but the question was, for what illness? Because she had left for so long yet the pain was still so fresh and alive.

He must be happy. She did not deserve him, after everything she did that broke his heart. He must be having some pretty island girl with him now, and forget all about the broken promises she whispered to his ears on the last night they were together.

I’m falling to pieces…

Her pencil broke after she wrote that. The crumpled page looked even worse now, with the lead dustings and her stream of tears. She wrote the last sentence she could before tearing the paper hatefully and tossing it to the trash bin behind her.

When a heart breaks, it don’t breakeven…

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Why am I suddenly making her write song lyrics instead of poems on her notebook? Well, this chapter is actually written for @bindlestiff's contest. A very last-minute entry and written in a rush. Anyway, I posted the song Breakeven on the multimedia section. I picked Boyce Avenue's cover because it's stripped down and it sounds much... sadder. 

Thanks for reading!