"You still love her, don't you?" his sister asked as they sat on the bed. His eyes fixing the wall in front of him. Seemingly starring a hole in the blank, white color, as his head nod up and down hardly noticable. "Then why don't you fight to get her back?"
"I shouldn't" he said silently and his eyes flit down on his hands. "We weren't meant to be. It didn't matter how much we loved each other and how hard we tried, it all ended in hurt. We're toxic. Like fire and water. One drowns the other one, while the other one polutes the one's water with smoke. I shouldn't beg her to try again. It wouldn't lead to a better ending. And she's finally getting over it."
"How do you know?" she asked surprised.
"By the time we met, her music would always play in the background as we drove in her car. When we dated, she showed me her favorite songs, singing, screaming and shouting wildy along. When we were in a fight, the music wasn't as loud as before, though loud enough not to be able to talk. Then we broke up and her friend told me she didn't listen to music anymore" he answered, shaking his head in sorrow. "Last night I saw her drove by. Calmly humming to a melody.
It hurt. But just as much as it relieved me to see get better."
DU LIEST GERADE
extracts from books I'll never write
Cerita Pendekthoughts in my mind becoming words on a paper @Future_Pixie thank you so much for helping me with every extract deciding what I could do better and how its message comes across <3
