Random Thoughts🌙

Inanis Cura

  As she stood, leaning against the door frame, he stared down at her. The girl stood with her back straightened, looking back at him. "You say your friends matter but you oh so clearly lie. You are just selfish and well, uncaring." He stated with a shrug. His dislike for her at that moment was coming off in waves, looking down on her and seeing her as nothing more than the disappointment he believed her to be. "That is not true. I'm not pretending to feel anything, and I do care!" She argued back, her voice lowering near the end of it. He raised his eyebrow at her, mocking her. "Alright then, you claim people matter to you and you need them. I am one of those people right? Do I matter more to you than your family?" She stood there dumbfounded at his statement, trying to form words. "That is not a matter to discuss. Of course you matter to me but my family isn't related to that. You are important to me for your own reasons, you matter just as much." She protested. She felt herself becoming weaker with each passing second. Her fight dimming and her doubts overpowering. 'Maybe he's right? Maybe you really are a shallow, counterfeit, selfish and pretentious person.' As she looked back at him she could practically feel him confirming her thoughts.

  Her spirit felt shattered, as if the broken shards were digging into her insides, bleeding her soul out. A soft whimper escaped her; lips trembling and eyes stinging. "What now? You're going to cry? Pitiful. It's like you just want to be the centre of attention and can't stand to hear anything against yourself. Can't even keep your shít together for five goddamn minutes" He hissed at her, his eyes glinting with malevolence. "I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that. I'm not... like that" Her voice, soft and broken. Each syllable dripping with pain and hurt. "Whatever." He shrugged, not bothering to look at her. Before her tears turned to an outburst of sobs she turned and left, her footsteps echoing into the empty hallway. Each step tearing down her exterior, bringing out the insecure and scared girl she hid away; soft and innocent, naive and hopeful. A part of her she hated having for it was the cause of experiencing everything in such magnitudes. Alas, she lived with it as it was still not broken enough to be let go of.