The same tears fell off my eyes. It all streamed down to my cheeks as I hold our picture, the very last picture of us—together. Memories kept flashing in my mind. Her smiles. Her laughters. Her tears. Her walks. Her hair. Her skin. I remember her.
"I'm stupid." I whispered.
I put the picture on the wooden table beside my bed. Then I climbed out of bed to reach the knob of the door that leads to my bathroom. I slowly walk my way to the sink. I stopped right in front of the mirror where I could see the reflection of a young man looking so thin, pale and exhausted. I washed my face hoping to remove all the tears that reminds me of her. I looked again through the mirror. I saw my reddening eyes because of the tears that streamed down daily. I saw bags under my eyes. I saw my hair in all directions possible making it looked stormed. I saw my pale skin due to lack of sunlight. I saw bones shaping under my skin since I was not eating well. I saw a broken version of myself.
I led my own way back to the bed but only to sat beside it. I put my knees against my chest yet I still put on a space between them. I brushed my hair with my both hands in frustration.
I need to make a move. I need to win her back. I need her. But I guessed, it's too late. It's too late to have her again.
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Too Late (On-hold)
RomanceIt all started when Mike and his family moved in to their new house. Expect the typical moving. New house, new neighbors, new school and new adventure. When he enrolled himself in the school he chose, he met a girl-Mia. She caught his attention maki...
