A Step Forward

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PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME.

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I felt the cold breeze caressing my skin. I embraced myself to feel a pinch of warmth. I rubbed my hands together as I try to ease the cold.

I hear nothing but the squeaks and hums of nature. Gentle snows fell on the ground. The noises from the city are far enough to be heard.

My cocoon has receded from the harsh weather. I looked back from where I came from, thinking that I should have worn something thicker.

I brought my sight back to my focus then paused for a while.

I looked around.

Staring at the place where we first met makes me shiver.

I let out a deep and heavy breath as I took a step forward. I heard the snapping sound of the leaves as my foot pressed upon their blades.

I'm scared.

The memories I have already dumped a long time ago came flashing through my mind.

I'm scared.

I fear the memories that might come back...the feelings that I kissed goodbye. I fear everything in the past. I fear everything that happened between us.

My heart started aching.

It pains me every time I remember the happy memories we shared. It hurts me every time I remember how happy I was then. It kills me every time I see his face flashing through my mind...

Happy. Complete.

I closed my eyes as I reminisce about the grief he left me with. The cold wind touched my skin once again. I held the lace that embraces my neck.

I hate it.

I hate it so much that every time I wear it, it makes me want to puke. But I want this feeling to stay. I don't want to let it go. Wearing the chain that he gave me keeps my anger burning, and anger is now the only thing that keeps me moving.

I still remember everything. Everything. Every single detail about the past. Our past.

How we met. How he smiled at me. The way he looks at me. The way he flirts.

I can still remember how he muttered my name, calling me from afar.

"Anna."

My eyes wandered around the café I'm in, searching for the guy who mumbled my name.

Then I saw him.

He ran his fingers through his dark brown hair, making it look a bit messy. His playful eyes darted its way onto mine. His pointed nose, pinkish lips...He's like an angel descended from Heaven.

My cheeks turned red as my heart skipped a beat.

The scene causes my fist to clench. His smile feeds my fury and vengeance keeps knocking on my door.

It's funny how he let himself enjoy his life while here I am, wishing myself to death. It's funny how happy he is now while here I am, keeping on drawing dark circles around my eyes, seeing myself horrible every time I face the mirror. It's funny how complete he is now while here I am--abandoned, dumped, broken into tiny little pieces, hopeless.