He never learned to cry with style, silently, the pearl-shaped tears rolling down his cheeks from wide luminous eyes, as on the covers of True Love comics, leaving no smears or streaks.
-He wished he had; then he could have done it in front of people, instead of in bathrooms, in darkened movie theatres, shrubberies and empty bedrooms, among the party coats on the bed.
It is a cruelty of life that a heart can keep on beating even after it has been broken in two. It can feel as though it is being gripped in an ice-cold vice and ache as if it will implode in your chest, but still the boom-boom continues.
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Fanfictionthere aren't any words that you can say that could ever get my mind to change. 2017
