"What the hell? This has just gone out of control. The way you guys take everything as a joke...why do you have to be so insensitive?" My voice echoed in my ear. We've gone over this many times. What made this time so special? |
Well, the fact that we never got back together afterward. We fought through text. We insulted each other, picking at the parts that we knew hurt the most.
I couldn't go to sleep. I had just blocked his number, afraid of what he might say. My eyes were wide open, the thrill of terror rushing through me. What did he reply? Should I unblock him?
No, the aching in my heart isn't because of him. I wasn't the one who changed. It was him. You're better off without him.
Still, even after I told myself that, the anger and heaviness of the pain kept coming. A pain that I couldn't put in words. I told myself to wait. That I'll be okay soon.
That's right. I'll be okay. There are people out there, people that are suffering worse then me, so I'll be okay.
I'll be okay. What a lie.
A/N- This book does not have a main character. It is a small anthropology of many sorrows and tragedies, things that us children have to go through. So this is just a reminder- you're not alone. There is always someone that will tell you that it's okay. And sometimes it's not. Sometimes it's not okay, sometimes you just want it all to end. The darkness would be better than this cruel, sadistic world. But you believe the lie anyway. That everything will be okay. But still- life is precious, and it shouldn't be over that soon.
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@light.switch
Romancelight /līt/ noun 1. the natural agent that stimulates sight and makes things visible. switch /swiCH/ noun2. 1. an act of adopting one policy or way of life, or choosing one type of item, in place of another; a change, especially a radical one. light...
