What followed occured long before he came along and long after he left.
She was hurting for so long while silently screaming. Her contented face upheld for so long began to slowly fade while exposing her true self. Her catharsis became naked just like her crying scars.
Her cuts and scars deepened on her wrist as a remnant of each bad day while her scarred heart grew frail and devastated.
She was hurting.
She whispered to herself that she could do it no more.
All the pain of broken friendships, anger of an estranged family with small but continuous fights, and a messed up school life which destroyed the meaning of education, killed her slowly and steadily each and every single day.
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A Friend, a Lover, a Foe.
Short StoryHumans. Mundane? We mask in mirth, put up a facade,yet that facade is for ourselves. We cheat ourselves and portray our thoughts, our desires as the truth, but is it? Our imagination places the cards on the table reigning triumphant over our gulli...
