NEVER FORGET YOU✔Chenry Fanfic

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Another day of torture. I blankly stared at the Graffiti Falls as heartbreaking images replayed in my psych. The only colour that always seems to draw too much attention is the red colour. Ever since the Eau De Gráffîtî, that colour rues this world.

Election night is approaching. I hope that maybe another tsunami of hope comes. I hope another tsunami of renewal sweeps away this dirt called M'graffiti. I remember the days when we would never care about flowers. Because we thought that they will be there forever.

Forever doesn't last for ever. Second by second, minute by minute, everything fades away until there is nothing left to hold on to.

But now, the only thing that's not changing is the lonely man across the streets. He is always in scruffy clothes. We see him when the sun rises and when the sun sets. I mean, I only see him.

In here, nobody cares. That's how we survive. If we care, we will begin a war.

But I'm happy. Not because of the war, but because of the chances we get to watch TV or use Wi-fi when elections are proceeding. At least we get to know what happens in the outside world like L.A or Hollywood.

I wish we could stay like that forever. But if another Lord is elected, I don't know how we will survive. Lord Jason McCan is a bit of a jive. I mean how can murder take place when he calls it "art?"

In here, we don't vote. We who don't have any title in here are free to choose their labels. I bet many people will go for Albumx.

Albumx is Jason McCan's fave because it is filled with this shit called Nirvana. I don't know why people try so hard to please him. He's just a lord. Ok. He's not just a lord. He's got the looks, the power, the best but scary voice.

I kinda think that those values are shallow. Looks, power and position are shallow. And I don't care what shallow things are useful for.

There are the Confettix. It may seem like a fun place in here but this is the spawn of Satan in utter monstrosity. From inside to the outside, the place is dark and cold with a dragon who's said to have lived a millennium. Belongs to Selena Ghostié.

You can only hear the moans of lost spirits and child ghosts who want to run away. The gates are always shaking as mist escapes beneath it. It is a place where broken people go.

The last is Crayonx. Crayonx is just like juvenile. Belongs to Cry Baby Melanie.

Darkness creeps in and I have no option but to go back to my rut of a home. Only six more days, and I will be a Crayonx. It will help me to forget all my memories about him.

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I turned on the telly and put my favourite show: E! Red Carpet. I could see all my fave celebrities who I'd rather fangirl over. The most celebs whom I dearly missed was One Direction.

They had changed so much that I couldn't recognise any of them. Or believe that they had truly split. I guess everything must have an end.

Then I saw him. Linking arms with Gisella Doner. Or was she Isabella Moner? I don't really care. But I saw him. His fake smile. His kiss with her. One thing we almost shared but never had the chance.

I can't believe he forgot about me and rose to fame so quickly. I figured out that he is an actor. And the bitch is an actress too.

Now that I come to think about it, I guess looks are not that shallow. I mean look at her, she's extremely voluptuous and good looking. Her smile's worth killing for and her face is so frickin' flawless that it glows.

What about me?

For the first time in forever I have the nerves to look at the cracked mirror that possibly has the fingerprints of a killer.

I don't dare touch the mirror, I just squat and gaze directly at it only to see a dark girl with too much hair and one two pimples on her cheeks staring back at me. The mirror tips forward and shatters into tiny shafts that sparkle under the moon rays.

I guess it was because I disturbed it?