Inkblots (WILL TRY TO REVIVE)

1: Last Kiss

So I'll go sit on the floor wearing your clothes. All that I know is I don't know how to be something you'd miss.

- Taylor Swift ( Speak Now)

How do you unlove someone? Is there such a thing as that? Some say you can't, because somewhere in your heart that person still has that special place.

How do people move on?

How do people forgive?

I just want to live my life like it was before, I just want my happiness back but ever since that day it seems that he already took a part of me. The part of me he had loved, the part of me I had found when he came into my life.

But he is gone now. Gone without giving back that part if me. Could I ever forgive? Could I ever smile just as genuine as I had before?

"Kisses." A voice called my name snapping me out of my thoughts. I smiled at her and said, "Yes?"

"Are you even listening?" She asked with a pout as her arms folded on her chest.

"I'm sorry. I just got a little lost in my head." I tried to dismissed the subject with a small laugh.

"Is it him again?" She said and rolled her eyes at me.

"Stop it, you are just hurting yourself. You are just opening old wounds." She added as she sat on the floor.

"I just miss. Him. Its just that." I finally admitted.

"Kisses. It has been like 2 years now, and you should move on already. I bet he has." She told me as she zipped her bag close.

"I know." I said almost whispering as I looked at my reflection on the full length mirror of my cabinet.

Can I ever piece back my broken heart?

"Come on Kisses, your father already texted me that we should hurry now." She said as she snapped me again out of my thoughts. I quickly grabbed my bag from the floor and followed her out of the studio and into her car.

"Kisses. Smile. You can move on from that prick." She said, of course she will try to talk to me to it.

Vivoree is really close to my parents and I, and she is like a sister to me if you would ask. She knows almost everything about me, including this friend of mine. Who for the longest time is being forced to me.

Mom told Vivoree about him, and now Vivoree thinks that he is all I need to finally move on.

Yeah. Sure our interests meet and our personalities jive, but we barely see each other. Why? He lives on the other side of the world and our communication isn't really much. Just casual chats here and there.

We fell into silence as a song came on the radio.

I still remember the look on your face

Feeling the emotions in the song I decided to look out of the car window.

Lit through the darkness at 1:58

Recognizing the song I hummed with it.

The words that you whispered for just us to know

I smiled remembering good memories. Great ones too.

You told me you loved me so why did you go away?

Because he has too. Because he just does not love me enough. Because after all, I will just be a rebound.

Away.

Away. Away from me and all the memories we had. Away from my grasp.

I do recall now the smell of the rain, fresh on the pavement.

Oh how have you destroyed the great memories of the rain for me. How you have made me this weak.

I ran off the plane.

Maybe you are happy now. Happy to have gotten away from me and such memories. Happy to fly back into her arms.

That July 9th.

Was it July? I guess I really not am the one who could memorize such details.

The beat of your heart it jumps through your shirt I can still feel your arms.

I will always love him. Despite everything. Despite how he left my heart in shreds.

I guess a piece of me will always love him. After all, I was a fool. I was blinded by the love I thought was true.

And once more I found myself crying.

"Kisses." I heard Vivoree's voice, etched with curiosity and worry. She turned the radio off and held my hand.

"You can move on." She chanted and held my hand tightly. "You are strong. Believe in that." She said, I looked at her and she was smiling while her eyes are still on the road.

Maybe.

Maybe one day I could.

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author rambles:

I know I should be updating "Addicted To Your Kisses" or (monochromatic), but something has been bugging me for a long time. And yes, you could say that based on the story I am quite "sad" thus the birth of this story.

Don't worry, I'd still update my other fics. I just need to get this story out of my chest.

Thank you.