Honest Fragile Hearts [DISCONTINUED]

Acceptance.

Part XVI- Acceptance.

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accept

you count their flaws

and list them in paper

hundreds of words and adjectives

but you don't even know their favor.

they count their insecurities

and fill their fingers with tears

and sins and leave no fingers

for their strenghts and beauties.

you asked to be loved

and when someone tells you

that they do,

you'll ask why they decided to be with you.

it's not their appearance,

it's also not their status and reputations

but the aura and the feel you have

and that's what matters the most

and we have to accept that.

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She was lost.

She didn't know where she was. No, not place-wise. She knows she's perfectly fine in knowing that she's in her own chair, infront of her laptop.

It's the feeling deep inside, below her tissues and muscles, and she can feel it running through her veins and pumping through her blood.

She sighs and tears her necklace off her neck, as if she feels the pain it holds her down with. Like it's burning.

Tears prickle down her fingers and she hiccups and wonders who owns these tears. Because as far as she knew, she could control her emotions very well. She guesses though, this time wasn't the time for her strength to try and hold up her bustling tears.

  She stands up from her computer chair and walked towards a familiar drawer where she keeps her precious things- to list a few, a picture of her family, a small book written to her by a deceased grandmother, a letter from a friend. And now the list adds as she shoves the necklace in the drawer.

  Then she heads out, without leaving any trace of her footprints. Dressed in a comfy sweater she liked, she went out to the only place she knew she had refuge. Her safe haven.

  It was the night of Valentines, and the next day would exist to make people forget about Valentines- and she was glad it was night time, for if she went out in the sunset, she could see them. Couples, kisses and hands of enterwined. It's sick to see.

  She sees the familiar building and she could feel the darkness swallow her whole- and she gladly welcomes it with open arms. Nayle smiles and begans adjusting her pace to a sprint when she see's she's near. She could already hear it- the music.

 She made sure to rub her excess tears and also made sure that she looked good before she handed the bouncer her fake ID, and he didn't even bother looking at it closely. Once she was inside, it was bustling with people and music. Rock music to be precise.