I held my breath hopefully for the last time as I let the pain move through my back. The massagging-appliance (or whatever name is more appropriate ) seemed to be jammed. It lay helplessly on my left spine, sucking at its one attempt of easing me through my pain.
My lover had bought it for me last May for my menstrual cramps. Only problem was it couldn't massage the pain in my heart.. Oh well, life will continue to suck anyway. Break-ups are bad, but they are part of the plan.
But I never imagined I would be on my bed with a machine sprawled on my back, listening to the soundtrack of Desperate Housewives play repeatedly on my laptop,on this day. Never actually figured it will be this day, the day I found out he could do anything for me, I would be failing at my every attempt at humour in this piece.
Just then, I saw it come in through my window. It looked like a thought. It smelled like flames. It was my brother holding on to life, through a cigarette-the reality in form of smoke seeping in through my window...
That's when I realized there's more to life
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Short StoryTRIBUTE to the promises unfulfilled,goals we never achieved, the life we wanted to live, mistakes we sought to forgive
