Still just being nineteen, I was still enrolled in high school. Classes would be a never ending cycle of frustration that seemed like a waste of the precious time I possessed. I could collapse and breath my last breath at any point in time and I honestly didn't like the idea of dying in front of strangers and causing a co motion.
It was now Monday, the start of my regular cycle of somberness, and I prepared myself for another week of hell. By now, I had memorized all the street cracks due to my head always being down, refusing to meet anyone's eyes. Truly I was a miserable looking child, and I was fine with this. Happiness would never be a part of me and I was actually quite alright with that.
The forms of life that I would always see outside, always seemed to irritate me. Flowers blooming, hummingbirds perched on the tips of the flowers and especially the chirps of the newly born birds would seem to mock me. Unlike me, they would get an opportunity to get the full experience of life.
Lost in thought, I didn't notice the new presence in the room until I tilted my head and made an effort to seem interested. Maybe it was not a coincidence but rather fate. Before me stood a girl and that purple hair of hers that only drowned me with a wave of sudden nostalgia.
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That Day, Even an Angel Cried
RomanceLiving a life with his day numbered, Mason patiently awaited his death. With death now being a constant part of his life, he had no reason to live. Ember came into his life and gave his a reason to go on. His life now had meaning, a purpose which sh...
