It has been 3 days since that dreadful day. I lost myself. I lost my identity. I lost myself. I lost her. The funny thing is I wasn't the one who made the mistake. It was her. Three years of love was just one year of betrayal. Was she not happy. Was I not good enough Was I not enough. Funny thing is She is still with him. My best friend. And who did I have. No one. Was it not enough for my parents to leave me when I was young. Was it not enough when I lost my sister on my 15 birthday. Was I not hurt enough. Broken enough. Why?
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It has been 3 days since I last saw him. The night when he came back, I was there lying naked in our bed with Him. His grey eyes were trying to find something. Something which will prove his eyes wrong. which will save or relationship. Something that will save us. But no there was nothing because that something didn't exist. I lost him. I lost us. He is a good man. Handsome too. He can find anyone but I have no one here except him. But I did hurt him and its time to move away. So I will. But a part me will always love him.
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Plane Crash. She is dead. She made mistakes but she didnt deserve this. And the sad part is I still love her. Its over. but why?
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I survived. How could I. I should be dead. I deserve to die. But nobody knows that I survived. And he too should never know. Not in this life. Not in this time.
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Internal bleeding
Short StoryA book of thoughts and scenarios that are up in my head