her eyes followed the water droplet sliding down the glass pane of the large window in the living room. it helped a little in drowning the voices dominating the inside of her head. the voices that rendered her many sleepless nights , those voices that made her feel worthless.
as the water droplet slid down the pane in a fashion of it's own, she saw that the droplet was uncontrollable. it chose the path it wanted to tread on and it's decision was not influenced by the mighty rain that fell behind it.
that's when realization hit home. she let those voices control her. those voices had become the fingers to her destruction. she had lost the love of her life because of those voices that screamed that she was not enough for him. she let those voices tell her and she had let herself believe that she could never be happy.
her mind wandered to the day he left her. "i'm sorry, brad.", she said, tears rolling down her cheeks. "i love you.", he said , his voice cracking at the last syllable. "but you don't seem to get that, mia. i can't help you overcome your insecurities if you don't let me. i tried, mia. i did my best i swear. i don't think i can do anything more. so it's best i leave." that was the last she heard of him.
mia missed brad terribly. but the voices inside her head wouldn't let her do anything about it. the voices had etched themselves in her head like an unwanted tattoo. the voices drowned mia's own voice and left her with no choice but to listen to them.
those voices were killing her on the inside by taking control of every single iota in mia's body leaving her gasping for air in a room filled with vacuum.
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a/n : hey you guys. guess who decided to update after a century and a half 🙊. i'm extremely insecure about this chapter because i've never written anything so long before.
i wrote it all in one sleepless night and i was just so scared to update it. so please leave constructive criticism :'))
lots of love -
anj
dedicated to crookednights for being such a cutie and for the new amazing cover xx
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evanescent blots.
Random❝my thoughts are stars that i cannot fathom into constellations.❞ - john green, the fault in our stars. • lowercase intended • cover credits - @crookednights
