You can't unlove someone that easy, like you're sitting and staring somewhere while your tears are falling down and thinking:
"Why does this happen to me?"
"Why me?"
"Am I not enough?"
"Is there something wrong about me?"
"Is there another person involved?"
"Am I cheap?"
"Am I not good looking?"
Those are only few questions rambling in your mind, your face looks puzzled, heated rat in your mind, dead butterflies in your stomach, dead flowers in your hands, a lip form of ashes in your forehead, cheeks, and even in your lips.
Why is there a heartbreak?
Why the person I love the most leave and find another happiness?
Why the person I love the most killed me slowly
and lastly,
I overdosed myself using my happy pill
YOU ARE READING
Killing You
Short StoryYou can't unlove someone but you can teach yourself to move on and kill the butterflies in your stomach.
