It feels as though the universe is trying to kill us, dear. I feel your warmth beside me as I clear up the broken pieces of glass one-by-one. Blood catches my eye but the pain cannot be felt nor endured and I find myself falling to the ground in tears. You sit down lightly beside me and wrap your arms around my frame, whispering 'it's okay' repeatedly.
The vase had fallen and shattered into millions of pointed particles, waiting to destroy us, to avenge our actions upon them. I didn't see where I was going. All I knew was that I had to get away from you. My heart was whimpering and weakly demanding that I go straight back to you or else. Or else what, dear? You had hurt me and I had yet to forgive you.
To forgive-and-forget is a curious concept, I'll admit. How does one forgive another for the agony they had caused upon them and then just forget that it ever happened? They couldn't. And neither could I.
But as I slowly turn to face you, I notice tears rolling down your cheeks, leaving you. I couldn't leave you, my dear. I just couldn't.
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Mosquito Bites
General FictionWhere two friends go on daily adventures, living life and conquering every little problem in their tiny worlds. A boy and a girl. Two souls intertwined in what lasts for just a few moments. Always alone but never on their own. Welcome to their bubb...
