life asked death, why do people love me, but hate you?
death responded, because you are a beautiful lie, and i'm a painful truth
~Harvey's P.O.V~
anger;an emotion characterized by antagonism toward someone or something you feel has deliberately done wrong
disappointment;sadness or displeasure caused by the non-fulfillment of one's hopes or expectations
both of the feelings were the best to describe my emotions right now.
life is a gift so precious but some people do not acknowledge it until it becomes a memory
Juliet was being so unfair to God
it was just her fate and just because she couldn't do anything to change it does not mean she is hopeless
and it surely does not mean death is the only answer
she's blind to see the gift she has
even though it's not going to last but it is a gift
granted by God
and she's so un-thankful
it's true that death cannot be cheated but death is not the only answer left
when i saw those horrifying cuts on her delicate skin i was so disappointed to how low she thought of herself
i shook my head in disappointment and was about to exit the school building when a hand reluctantly pulled my shoulder
i turned around and found none other than Juliet Waters
"yes?", i said.
"don't be mad at me. i understand what you were trying to tell me and i'm sorry. can you help me?", she looked down at the ground nervously.
i sighed
actually i was a bit amused
"you should say sorry to yourself. for what you did to your body, to your mind, to your thoughts. you should be sorry to yourself not me", i explained.
"everything i say comes out wrong and i'm not trying to sound like this, i just don't know how i'm supposed to communicate and i'm sorry and i hate myself and i try to change i really do but i just keep messing up-", she rambled.
i put my index finger on her lips making her quiet instantly.
"i'll help you", i sighed.
there was a pause
"so you're not mad at me?", she looked up in my eyes.
i'm trying to explain something to this girl for God's sake!
"i'm not mad at you, i'm just very disappointed in you because you don't appreciate your wings", i nodded.
"my wings?", she asked, confused.
"yeah. everyone has wings, just some of them don't appreciate them and not even realise they have them. you have wings too..yours are just flawed", i smiled.
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Juliet's Flawed Wings
Teen FictionShe is not your golden girl. She's not some random junior in high school. Caught in her irrational problems, will she survive her short infinity ? Will she be able to go against the world and finally find a nerve to do something ? well for instance...