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LISTEN TO LET GO WHILE READING ;3
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Flowers sat in a bouquet of white and gold, resting in the palms of my shaking hands.
Flowers, so beautifully tended and picked, that I only wanted to give to you.
As I sat in the warmth of a countryside restaurant, with colors blending in with the sky, a cup of cherry wine was placed beside me, with a small smile from the waitress.
When she walked away to talk about dinner reservations, I felt my eyes glance across the room, towards the wide windows of the countryside.
Swirls of grey and flashes of white were seen behind the paddocks of tulips, swaying with the violent winds outside.
A frown sat against my lips, as I stared at the clouds forming above a sky of gloom.
But I had hopes in what I felt was going to be a good first date.
A date where all jokes of liking each other were aside, because this time it was real.
Our feelings were real, and everything, like the way we looked at each other, and the way we talked to each other, was nothing but a calming wind.
My thoughts disappeared when I heard you whisper at a waitress beside our reserved table, asking for a cup of cherry wine.
The presence of you, in your pink summer dress, beside paddocks of swaying wheat and rushes of tulips, sat right across from me, with a smile plastered on your face.
You were finally here.
Here with me, in Amsterdam.
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"You mean our first date?" The obvious question slipped right out of my mouth, and I felt a sense of softness, hugging the curves of my heart.
I looked out at the sight before us, with the emptiness of the sand sitting against the sea of water.
Waves crashed against the white sand gently, as the sunlight made itself appear again, this time warmer but brighter.
A genuine smile was plastered on my pink face, when remnants of our first date came rushing through my mind.
"No." He answered, face serious and full of emptiness.
I looked at him, taken aback from his sudden reply - a reply that I never wanted to hear.
"I don't remember us having a first date, Hwayoung."
He held a breath in, and for once, I really did hope that he was lying.
Please, please, please, tell me that you're lying.
Suddenly, like it was all a weird dream, his eyes brightened again, and he smiled perfectly, without a single twitch in his lips, or an unusual darkness looming in his eyes.
The strings of my heart were being pulled so harshly, that not even a change of wind could bring me back up.
As he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the beachside, I felt my chest burning in pain and anguish.
Tears welled in my eyes, as he continued to talk in what I only heard as muffles, with the horrid beats of my heart filling my ears.
I didn't have a statement, or even a damn word to say, as he continued to act as if I never said anything.
Anything that I would have seen as a happy memory, now crushed in the back of his mind.
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I haven't broken anyone's hearts yet, right? No? Good, because there's more to come.
Also, I wrote this while listening to 'Let Go' and I kinda got sad, so be sad with me :D
