Oneshot#3-Depression
She absentmindedly turned off her phone and strolled around. Thinking about 'what ifs'. 'What if I was the girl he loved? What if he chose me? He might be my cure.' But she knows it was impossible. It was impossible for that guy to love her back. She's too damaged, too broken, too messed up, too depressed. No one could ever love her back. She could never be happy. She'll never be fixed. She is heartless. But why is it that if she assumed that she didn't had a heart, why is her heart breaking whenever that guy is in her sights? She could do nothing but to smile and not let him know that she is slowly dying. She is dying and that guy is killing her but she doesn't care. She's more than willing to be his victim. Maybe it's because she's happy that the guy would waste time with her. She's contented yet wanting more. She's so confused. No one could understand her. She keeps all these things to herself because she knows that no one really cared about her. Not that guy, not anyone.
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OneShots Compilation
RandomThis contains thoughts that are hidden in my mind waiting to get out. The scenes and characters in this stories are all made by imagination. Any similarities from people living or dead are highly coincidental.
