Lilly's P.O.V
It all came down to a halt. My dysfunctional body could not bear this anymore. This suffering. This unexpected pain.
To prevent me from crumbling, I carried my burden out to the cold, windy streets of the city that never sleeps.
Cautiously avoiding the route that led to our favourite restaurant, I walked.
Something inside me snapped. Someone I don't recognise, I became.
Emotionally done, mentally drained. Spiritually, I felt dead.
And all I could do is...
Smile.
That tilt in the corner of my lips that makes me feel like a liar.
I didn't know it hurt that bad to have someone all of a sudden, taken away from you. On his own will.
Hell, it stung! Especially when I realised, I've lost somebody who wasn't even mine.
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Third-person P.O.V
Kate has two moods that she allows her world to see, just two. Lilly may be the only person to adventure through her burdened thoughts, but to the outside world, she is flat.
Today her dial is set to "good." That means nothing can go wrong, she shall hear birds chirp all day, everyone is flamboyant, and only the most optimistic thoughts will she display to her mortals. It may seem irritating, but the alternative terrifies.
She made her way to Lilly and Andrew's apartment, and her "dial" switched. An emotion that she had been successful in masking, was unmasked. Pain. Horror. Agony.
"She's not here anymore."
"What the hell do you mean she's not here anymore?" Katelyn screamed horrified, "Explain your words."
He sighed.
Heavily.
"She isn't. We're not together anymore. So sorry, I truly am." Andrew heartlessly replied.
They were both alone in the crumbling apartment, and no neighbour intervened.
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Andrew's P.O.V
Frowns irritate. I prefer smiles, but I seldom etch them anymore.
I tugged my dinner - which Conner had generously ordered to be delivered to my room - away from my arms reach. I was stuck in his materialistic world for the weekend, suffering an extensive exasperation.
Moments later. She walked in. Amanda Jacobs.
Eclipsing behind Conner and his friend, in her perfectly resistible persona.
I'm usually cautious about first impressions, but I'm beyond the point. I look over, eventually. She wasn't overjoyed either.
"Introductions are in order, don't you think Evan?" Father began, "Amanda, this is my boy."
Nothing. Complete silence.
With a light push from her father, she strolled over to me and stretched her hand towards me.
We shook. Stiffly.
Her unwelcoming frostiness displeased me.
Another lonesome moment passed, and she stormed out alongside her father, arms intertwined with his.
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The Last String
General FictionA story about this enthusiastic yet somewhat mischievous girl and her newfound crush. Their meeting could only have been fate because they were tailor-made for each other. They didn't realise when, but them playing around changed to a bond that seem...
