Life, can be pretty mysterious at times. Just when your good time starts, you can't wait to imagine the possibilities. And then, BOOM! Life knocks on your door with a surprise, saying "sorry, none of that was true at all!" And again, you're left with the sheer sense of despair.
I remember the last time I saw him after a complete month. Everything about him seemed different yet original. The moment we were standing face to face, looking at the same thing and indirectly looking at one another. I remember the shape of his lips when he was gasping for breadth, and I was thinking how much I've missed that of him. I was thinking to myself, "don't worry, he's not going anywhere." Not an inch of desperation.
I was carefree. I kept attending basketball classes. I was doing pretty good, I think. One thing that came to my notice was, he wasn't attending basketball classes anymore. Well, that's the only place where we can meet because he goes to Westwood and I go to Virginia High.
A random day, I didn't go to basketball because I was out of town. I put up a picture on my Instagram story. A few minutes later I checked Will's seen it. A moment later I texted him :--
Me: Don't you have basketball today?
Will: No, I don't. You can go.
Me: You've left?
Will: Yes
Me: Okay.
That thing internally crucified my heart. I felt damaged, torn apart. Whatsoever I ever imagined was never going to be true. That was the only place I could meet him at. And now, he says he's left. Daggers and thorns to my heart at a time. I would never be able to see him again.
A line from the song "we don't talk anymore" by Selena Gomez and Charlie Puth buzzes in my head a lot. It says, "Even after all this time I still wonder, why I can't move on? Just the way you did so easily." Exactly. Like, how could you move on that easily and I couldn't? And, of course, he's got Megan. I completely lost my chance on him.
Be it Megan, be it Sasha, be it anybody, I never cared. If he loves me, he'll come back to me and if he doesn't then, you know, screw him. This time, he had to make a choice for the real me. Irony plays when he leaves, for how would he get to know me if he isn't even around me or with me.
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Laceless Creation.
Novela JuvenilIt's a story about two people who finally discovered themselves after their break up. Sabine, a 15 year old teenager who grew up in North Shore, Virginia, and Will, an year older to her.
