Have you ever imagined that one day the voices inside your head were fighting, your imaginary friend was running with a scissor in its hand, and at one point one of your personalities wandered off for the reason that somehow you had just proposed to...
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Lisa's suffering had rung me out until I was dry inside – till no more tears could come. My insides still felt as raw as if an ending blizzard was blasting right through my chilled skin. The last conversation haunted me, taunted me, retelling like a heartsick echo. It was an additional cruelty of life that a heart could keep on beating even after it has been broken into loads of scraps. It was like a red hot coal placed in my chest, it glowed and burnt me at the same time, but it did not cool quickly like a coal in water, it throbbed and tortured me in my entire sleeping hours and there was no relief to be found, but still the way-off thump-thump continues.
"Aish–..."
A groused curse of pain abraded my lips as I tried to open my puffed-up eyes; my head was achingly pounding, as my eyes burnt thus my nose still clogged. Yesterday after I returned to my bedroom – still sobbing, I slumped wordlessly with Riley and embraced him in painful sentimentality until my drained emotion succumbed to lightlessness.
My head didn't just give the impression that it would rightly explode, but the stupendously gnarled mess inside it trailed in a hopeless bash. I couldn't find any quick definite solution to all of this; I don't have the bitty idea on what should I do, neither what necessary course to track, nor how should I uphold.
My situation was the plenary definition of BIG SHIT – damnable reality. I have been in my own reserve hell since that fated day, emotionally paralyzed from etherizing pressure, with an elevated probability of hopelessness beyond pristine nothing. If only I could wake up all over again and could finally able to remember everything. It would be less shattering and hurting.
Even with my eyes still enforced shut, I skimmed my hand over the mattress and tried to delve if Riley was still by my side, demanding to sluggishly open my swollen eyes as I turned my head. My little Jero was still there, warmly wrapped like a burrito behind the thick duvet. The corners of my mouth lifted up into a smile as the image of him napping serenely repressed me; it was the best view that greeted me in this kind of morning. Every time my little man was with me, he had an unconscious whyfor to well-lit my mood, and everyone knew that. But what they couldn't see was that he lights me up inside so completely that my darkness disappears. He made me whole and happy. Propping my elbows, I tried to snap my neck with mild force, then yawned as I sat on the bed after a quick stretch. I tried to get up but waned for a minute or so just to kiss Riley at his temple.
