"I found you in the middle of the night and day
And just when we're about to cross roads, I found you broke."
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"Wait for me, Frei. I will be at your place at seven."
I looked up to prevent tears from falling. I know this sounds gay but I've already wept for five hours. Five. Freaking. Hours. Silently. I keep on replaying our last times together in my head. Looking for flaws but I found nothing. So why the heck did she leave me? Why the heck did that happened to her?
This life is truly a fucking piece of shit!
"Hey there, mister." A sweet, seductive voice said. I looked at her with my eyebrows raised.
"Wanna go somewhere else?" She whispered to me, obviously luring the hell out of me. But then again, I am not interested. I just want to drink and be wasted until the pain subsides.
I ignored the slut beside me, get some bills on my wallet and left it at the counter. I walked out but she keeps on following me. I restrained myself from shitting this girl but what the hell? She won't budge.
I feel my anger towering over me and pushed her.
"Get lost."
This is not me anymore. Fucking shit. I can even feel my heart becoming hard. Stone-hard. And that is just because she left me. She left in the state where I cannot live without her anymore. Yes, it's not her fault. But, damn. I can't accept it. I just woke up hearing the news that made my world stop.
I can freakingly remember every word mom said to me that day. I waited for her 'til dawn, but she did not come. I know something's wrong that night but I ignored it for that is the biggest talent I have. Ignoring things. I then took a nap when I felt that she is not coming, but the moment I open my eyes, she's already gone.
"Milton, about Rionna. She... died. Last night."
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Drifting Downstream
Ficción GeneralThere are two boats sailing in the ocean--one sails away, the other sails towards the first--and when they're nearly closed, the ocean began to drift in two. They had it once, but their's almost.
