I... I feel... Happy...
Our tears started falling down. We both started sobbing. And know, my past memories and my all life
Made sense.
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Ron's POV
I opened the door and took a step forward. I felt the air hitting my back till I felt a goosebump. An involuntary reaction made me slam the door behind me. Making a lound and horrendous sound that ran all over the house till it came back to it's origin. I sight. I walked over my house in a random path. Just to hear the floor making cracking noises. I feel lost. Again. More than usual. She is going to come back. Eventually. But... I can't help to feel dead inside. Even if I've just flirted with a guy. I don't trust him. I don't trust her. I don't trust them. I don't trust myself. It's over man. Why? Why do I keep walking in the same dead road? Always with hope that something will be alive but it's all just costumes hiding a dead body. The same as me. Meaningless, hopeless, lost, broken, exhausted, unworthy of living... I wish I could break free from this hell. I wish I could have helped her when she needed the most... I could have saved her if I was strong... and not scared... not scared of anything! But no one is... everyone is scared of something or of losing something... or else you'd be perfect I guess... So that's what I'll be! That's what I'm still fighting for!
As this words stroke my head, my empty body walked over to my room, ending it's trajectory by sitting on my desk. The tears started to fall apart. I sign of weakness. Weakness I couldn't have no more. I quickly slaped my own face and yelled:
"I HATE IT!!! I HATE IT ALL!!! I HATE ALL ABOUT THIS LIVE!!! I SHOULD BE DEAD!!! It's not... fair...."
I started sobbing so hard that I lost my air. I took a deep breath and washed off my tears. Got up of the desk so I could lay in my bed. Took my phone out so could text Cookie so I wouldn't leave everything so sudden as it already was. But I actually could not find his number...
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