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It takes a broken heart to know true love .
Liliana Elizabeth Marywille is a girl who considers herself strong enough for anything. Someone who doesn't give up in the face o...
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Only Memories Haunt
"Our memories have voices, too. Often sad ones that clamour like raised arms in the dark."
+ L I L I A N A +
"What?!" Anna exclaimed.
"I know it's really stupid. I literally hate myself for keeping this but I just don't know what to do. Should I like, tell him?" I asked, my breath hitching.
"Don't you think it's too late? I mean you had years to tell him, why now when you're about to leave?" She suggested, sighing in exasperation.
Bits of Anna and I's conversation on the phone last night floated around my head like flies, pestering me and ruining my day. I would specifically prefer to have no brain right now. I shouldn't have come to this conclusion that I'm in love. I mean, what even is love?
I sighed for like the hundredth time, rubbing my face constantly. I could feel the weirded out gazes of my mom and sister. They've seen me like this before, remembering it too well that stuff like this happened back in middle school when I was about to perform in a school play.
The memory of it is excruciatingly vivid, recalling the fact I embarrassed myself in front of everyone. The anxiety building up inside of me became too much to bare and with that I vomited my breakfast on stage.
Oh, life.
Shaking out of the disgusting and humiliating side of my life, my thoughts quickly wander back to my current problems.
I could almost hear the imaginary person in my head snickering, 'which one Lily? You have too many.'
I don't know if I should just courageously confess to him, knowing that it's way too much for me to handle. I don't expect myself to have the guts to do so. I mean even performing a single line in a play makes me sick, what more professing your love?
Ugh gross.
"Lily stop playing with your food and eat. We don't want you unhealthy." Mom cuts in, and I look at her. With a small smirk playing on her lips, she adds "Worry about boys later."
"Boys? Pfft as if. I have better things to prioritize." I scoffed, although the taste of my own lie makes me cringe.
"You're my daughter, I was like that when I was thinking about my answer to your father's proposal." She says, staring at me with a dry look.
