Time Will Tell | ✔

Prologue

time will tell

Don't ever believe a person who says he's perfect. Why? Because nobody is. Everyone makes mistakes, everyone hurts someone whether it be intentionally or unintentionally, everyone lies, everyone has their own demons and everyone has a different life. Some people call others stupid or naive because they love someone who clearly doens't love them back although they have no idea why she loves him or why he loves her. They don't know the reason behind it but they still decide to judge.

Everybody experiences life, love, hurt, pain, happiness and sadness in a different way. While some of us are smarter, more careful, wiser, stronger, less emotional, more experienced, some others simply aren't. Maybe someone has had a rough life and had to deal with a lot of stuff someone else didn't have to. Maybe another one had to carry some heavy weight on his shoulders at a very young age another one didn't have to. How are these people even supposed to understand what someone else went through when they can't identify themselves with their life, their past, their character, their problems?

The only thing I believe everybody has in common is suffering. We all suffer, but in different ways. Some people suffer due to strict diets, some because they may have lost a family member or a loved one due to violence, war or a car accident, some suffer because of heartbreak, others because they think their life is tough and the majority of people suffer from poverty. Every single person on this planet has a reason to suffer — and we do. 

As I said, everyone has their own demon. A demon who is constantly by our side just sitting and waiting for the right time to come and get us. He poisons our minds, our brains and our hearts. We change. Maybe we build walls around us to protect us from people, to protect us from getting hurt, to protect us from suffering. But what we don't realize is that the higher we build those walls around us, the harder we fall once the right person walks into our life to tear them down.

I also believe that people have good hearts —some at least. I think that those evil people are the reason as to why good people turn cold, emotionless, reckless, numb. They are the demons no one warned us about. They are the ones who poison us, who change us, who make us suffer, who hurt us.

Sadly, my demon was a girl I deeply loved — but that's exactly how they do it. Love is their greatest and most powerful weapon and they use it against us oh so mercilessly. And unfortunately, she caused me to build walls so high they blinded my clear sight, my clear vision and my clear mind. I build them so high that I was scared to fall again, to trust again, to love again and to be loved again. So high that I didn't even believe that true love and soulmates exsited - until this other girl came along.

...

"You destroyed her," he shouted before he covered his face with both of his hands, while pretending to be outraged. 

I nodded slowly as I closed my eyes for a brief moment to collect my thoughts and to stay calm. "That's right. I did. I destroyed her and guess what? That destroyed me even more."

"You broke a perfectly good heart," he stated the obvious again. 

"And that broke me completely," I mumbled hoarsely. He was making me angrier each passing second he opened his mouth and I was getting sick by just staring at him and listening to him talk about what Rose and I had although he didn't even have a clue about us.

"Are you serious? No, you can't be. You didn't even love her, let alone care about her a single bit. She suffered so much because of all the things you put her through and—"

"Arg, shut up!" I screamed this time because I couldn't listen to his words any longer. "I know that I put her through hell, I know that I hurt her, I know that I made her feel so much pain. I am aware of that, but don't you dare tell me that I didn't love her! You don't know about us, you don't know anything about—"

"I don't want to! I know everything I need to know about you and that's enough. You are pathetic and I am honestly just disgusted by you." It was his turn to cut me off now and once he finished his sentence, I balled my hands into two fists because my anger was boiling inside of my body. I would feel a lot better if I punshed him and broke his nose or knocked him out while doing so.

I scoffed, rubbing my eyes before I lowered my gaze on him. "Time will tell."

"What do you mean?"

"Time solves most things. Time heals nearly all of our wounds. Time makes us understand what's important in life, it has a beautiful way of showing us what truly matters," I muttered loud enough for him to hear. "Only time will tell."

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author's note:

Wheeey, the prologue is DONE. I have set myself high expectations and I am anxious that I won't fulfil them ugh but I hope that you enjoyed this chapter nevertheless!

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