I somehow stopped throwing things En turned my music player
on.
To feel good. It helped me a bit. I could still feel those iron grip on my wrists.
I kept on recalling, my ex's words
" I m done with you. let go off me. You control freak. we are done." I burried my face between my haunches and sobbed as badly as I couldnt.
Heartbreak sucks !! En the time post break up swallows.
I tried avoiding college but friends dragged me there my ex seemed okey.
He chirped , around really well.
En in a couple of weeks he grabbed a new arm candy.
"wow that was quick" I painted a quick slap on his face. He tried to grab me when my friends dropped a " dont mess with u" glare on him.
I stormed out from there I came back home , my brother's friend was at my place again, but I was not in a
mood to drop a glance on him.
So I ran to my room En was
about to start world war 3 , when I stopped, I dont know why.
I sat down on my bed with a thud and the sobs took over me.
I was crying like a little kid who just lost his mom.
When someone came and sat beside me and I blurted out " get the hell outta here rishiiii ".." how long are you going to cry " whoaaahhh I knew this voice.
I darted my swollen eyes at him." you!! get lost right now or else I will smash your face " I pointed my index finger at my bro's friend.
" well that was an overrated comment " he chuckled." but U can definitely do this " he pressed a smile " what " I forgot to cry for a bit.
He wiped his imaginary tears off his face and flaunted a smile. I made a " r u mad " face and tried to cry.
But somehow I couldn't. I immediately looked at him. He was then at the door.
" everythings gonna be alright" he chipped. His eyes smiled. I sighed. He closed the door and went.
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