He ran hands through his hairs that adorned even darker hues in the halo of midnight. Lost in the quandary of emotions and defeated by the thought of utter helplessness, he sat on his desk chair.
Observing the tiny specks of dust that were shining in the beam of table lamp was the only logical thing he could illogically think of.
" VOID"
Is that what it is called, he thought. A space barren enough to even suffocate vaccum, he grimaced.
A hole sucking you of all your happiness.
Void is what he felt.
Will he ever be able to tell her how he feels? How he feels about her? How much he loves her?
No
The answer is no.
A salty tear drop slipped through the corner of his eyes. Fisting his hairs he broke down into trembling sobs.
He looked out of the window by his desk questioning god, whether he has ever tried to think good of him? Even after sacrificing a pack of twinkies for him in his junior year.
Is that how much he hates him?
A havoc rises in your mind when you go to confess your feelings and return with melted chocolates not because it was too hot but because it was hard, hard for you to loose your bad luck.
Immaculate concoction of debut of enlightenment and submission to darkness.
More cliché it sounds in his brain more he wails.
Alex the girl he dearly loves (atleast that's what he thinks) moved away from the town to about 1000 miles south and along with her took the very effort he made for confronting her.
He sighed and shook his head in order to find a suitable object to wipe his face clear of snot.
Catching hold of a Kleenex he wiped his face clean.
Suddenly an idea popped in his mind. Why not write a letter ? A love letter to be specific to get rid of the frustration built up inside of him
After ripping pages, wiping tears, banging his sleepy head, swollen bloodshot eyes and somewhere disguising his real plight into nuisance of a letter he got up.
Spanking the chair back in his place he pulled an envelope from school supplies drawer and dragged his best ink pen over the envelope to write
To My Love
Somehow across the sharpest edges of the envelope the only thing that left missing was who the term My Love designated.
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Hey guys
Hope you liked the prologue.❤️
YOU ARE READING
I listen to you
Teen Fiction" Let's go Em" Debby shouted from near her car. Picking the envelope I stuffed it in my bag with homework sheets. Emelia, is the queen bee/ cheerleading captain of Seven hills high school. Pretty face, blonde hair and long legs topped with bitch at...
