Heartbroken.
A heartbroken girl, which means tears.
She was crying. She was hurt. She had lost herself. She was drowning deep. She had lost faith in love and never wanted to love again. She was seeking for help. She wanted someone to mend her wound and soothe her pain. The only person who could do that and she could think of was her best friend.
Her hands wet from the tears she wiped. She picked up her phone and slid to the place where they talked at night. They laughed, they cried, they fought and they loved each other there. That narrow, white, chat window.
She texted.
I'm sick of that
same old love.Hah! Love that
song.I'm broken and
sad, Ashley.What happened??!!
I'm
.........I know you're crying. Please
don't, love! Tell me,
what happened?I'm shattered.
I can't talk anything. I'm
choking on my words.You have to tell me
what happened, so that
I can help you.I don't want to love.
I'm hurt.You know what, love?
Use that pain.
Utilize it. Write a poem
or something. Learn from it.I'm afraid to love. More than
that... I'm afraid to be hurt.
I'm afraid to spend my nights
crying like I'm doing right
now. I'm afraid to fall again.
I get new wounds every time
I love. I don't know why?
Is this only with me? Or
everyone in love suffers?Love is beautifully
painful. It ruins us but
builds us too. It teaches us
lessons. So learn from
it. Don't let the agony
defeat u.Ashley.
I'm done
I don't want to love.Now, tell me what did that
asshole do?
I don't even want to
talk about him right now.
It's hard. Just because of
him, I'm scared to love.Will you just tell?
He's not bad. I can't blame
him. He is suffering, himself.
Like I said, everyone in
love suffers. I don't want to
love, if it leads to pain. Because
I've felt that pain many times.
I can't take that anymore.
I want to live peacefully. When I
look in his eyes, I can
make out he's sad. He's
heartbroken.Aren't we all heartbroken?
We have to mend
ourselves.But, I'm done. I've lost myself.
I can't love again. I won't
know who I am if I fall again.Stop it.
I hate how our generation
is so fucking sensitive.
Like no! You haven't gone through shit yet. Wait till we
become an adult. Everyone's
such a chicken nowadays.
Makes everything sound so aesthetically painful.
Myself included. We need to
be more realistic. And start embracing what's
in front of us.I'm not sensitive, Ashley.
I've taken it too many times.
You've lived my story with
me, haven't you? Don't you
know? I've suffered so much.
I've cried so much I've taken
this too many times. I don't
learn and because I want to
be realistic I don't want to love
and blind myself.Goodbye love..
I'm moving on
If I fall for someone again...
I'll punish myself.The fact is that no one can live without love. And you're just a teenager. You'll not fall in love.
People will make you
fall and you'll not be
able to resist.And even then if you're scared
Don't then. If you are afraid then don't. Learn from your mistake. Then don't you ever say this stuff to me the next time.I'm sorry. I think I should
go now. If someone catches
me crying so hard. I'm dead,
cause I can't dare to give them
an explanation.Please.
Please don't cry.
I'll try.
Yes please. At least
for me.*sigh*
Instead of crying. Pick up the broken pieces of yourself. And start joining. Cause, truth is no one will help you do that. You'll have to do it yourself.
Good night.
I love you.
Said the person who was picking the pieces of herself. The pieces that she joined everytime she broke. It didn't matter, how many times she did. She collected herself and started walking ahead. She knew what the pain was. She experienced it before her best friend did. She had seen hell. She had been through worst. But still she went on spreading love. Staying strong and making her best friend stand strong.
And this is how my best friend is. Happy Birthday, Ashrafee. KateWestell You didn't protect me because it wasn't possible. But, you taught me to fight and protect myself. Fight against things that bother me. Whenever you are sad, just remember that I exist. You can talk to me about anything at any time. I'm yours. Just hold on, for me, for yourself and for our love!
I can't gift you any material things. So decided to gift you a short story. When the world showed me "Forever is a lie". You made me believe that "Soulmates exist". I don't know whether I am your soulmate. But for me, you've surely been an angel. And today this angel was born. So, Thank you, Bitch. For being born and coming into my life.
-Navya
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Short Story"I'm broken, Ashley" "Pick up your broken pieces, yourself. No one else will help you" ................................. The story of two best friends. Both broken. But, one helping another to mend herself again.