Looking out the car window, I can't help but remember the first time I was in this very drive way. The sky seemed as if it was painted cerulean. The flowers bloomed in a medley of colors while dews on the blades of grass sparkled in the sunlight. It was a picture-perfect day. Now, the only thing I see is grey. The vibrant colors that used to surround me here are all desaturated and gone. Black ominous clouds blanketed the sky as the incessant rain splattered on the windshield. The wipers glided on it, emanating squeaks every time they wiped the rain away. With a heavy heart and the tear ducts set, I grabbed the handle of the car door and swung it open. I stomped through the rain with the same leather boots I wore five years ago and entered the lobby of an apartment I thought I'd eventually call home.
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Melancholy & Memories; Ongniel
RomantikI turned to Daniel, grabbed his head and put it against mine as tears fell on the carpeted floor. "I hope hopeless changes over time Daniel, if not in this lifetime then the next," I managed to mutter despite all the crying. "Seongwu...ah," Daniel...
