I felt nothing. I was empty. I was numb. I was hollow and I was crying. No matter how hard I tried, I could not stop. I just wanted to blink back the tears but they would spill over instead, and those that didn't stung at my eyes almost as if my own tears were punishing me. That's it. Over with. Nothing more to say and nothing left to give. Not a drop of fight was left in me. I was cold. Shaking. There was no dramatic goodbye and no long declaration of love. Nothing. Just the stars above me and the ground beneath me. I was alone, there was no denying it, no alternative, no one coming to my rescue. I was no Princess so there was no Prince to ride in on a white horse and save the day and therefore save me. There would be no 'and they lived happily ever after'. This was the end, it was my end and no one knew, no a single person knew. There was no one to share it with. No one to care: I would just slip away and become nothing.
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Storie brevi[In Edit] Summer train journey's. What better inspiration for a collection of shorts stories. The concept for this book was birthed on a train but has continued to flourish long after the train left the tracks. From April to September 2016 I had to...
