Viewing those lovers from a far, Cupid felt frustrated because his task is to spread love and little did he know that it wasn't always about happy endings. One day while looking from afar he saw paper floating in the air he grabbed it and saw something written on it. This were the words he saw:
....
It is the sound of someone curled up in a tiny ball crying softly in the night.
The sound of the first unwanted teardrop touching your skin.
It's the sound of a telephone that doesn't ring.
The sound of regret pounding inside your brain with every heartbeat.
It's the whisper of the stuffed animals he gave you.
It's the shuffling of feet walking away from you.
The sound of your soul shattering into a million pieces at recognizing the word "GOODBYE..."
It's the soundtrack of memories torturing you.
It's the sound of feeble hands trying to push back the obstinate hands of time.
It's the sound of a cherub's dying breath.
The sound of all those years disappearing in the vortex of cupid's kitchen sink.
It's the unrelenting plaintive baby meows of an abandoned kitten outside an ignoring door.
It's the sound of rain that doesn't ever stop.
The sound of all the doors shutting and closing in your face at the same time.
Destruction isn't always as noisy as bombs exploding.
Sometimes, the ultimate catastrophes are as quiet as a feather falling on the floor of a Zen monastery.
No one else can really hear your heart breaking, except you.
I'm broken right now. She's gone and I think she will never go back. Fuck that i felt something for her. I wish this would all disappear...
-SaveMe
Author's Note:
Thanks for reading (: This is different from the previous chapters. But while reading it, there's a story behind anyway. Just imagine ahaha d: sorry i'm currently running out of ideas d:
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Confession Sessions
Romance(NOTE: THIS IS A PG-13 STORY) Anthology: A compilation of short stories about love affairs, the good and the bad, the happy and the sad.
