And There Was No One Left - Changlix

Intro: How could you

Fucking hell.

I've done so much for you, I thought it was clear. Me, and you, I thought we had something. Something special, that appeared to be nothing but a setback.

Are you happy now, huh? Do you enjoy it, hurting me, so much, that's visible to see it on my face? Is it fun watching me fall down into a sink? Is it?

I couldn't get enough of him. He made me feel like we had some kind of connection. A special bond, more than just friends. He made it so clear that I almost believed it, until he betrayed me. One hour ago, my best friend had just killed me inside.

Couldn't you just tell me already?

Even walking down the streets became hard for me to do. We would always laugh when we did, thinking about that one time I stumbled upon a stone and fell pretty hard.

Even when it was raining, I would feel warm. Warm and hot inside, I could feel it. It, what had let me been feeling crazy. And broken, like now.

I almost arrived at the bus stop, almost, I thought. But I fell, I fell hard. But I wasn't the only one.

"Dude, watch out!"
"I'm sorry. I was just-"
"Yeah, shut up."

That made me look up, at him. Not him, as in, the one, that I've been thinking about, a lot. But him, a boy who seemed to be the same age as me. He's a student I think. What would he be doing here down the streets at 12 am?

Black, he wore a lot of black. A hoodie, skinny jeans, Nike shoes, all in black.

Handsome, very handsome. He's very handsome. But like really handsome.

"Well I gotta go." I said.
"Bye, weirdo."

He pushed me out of the way and walked away.

I arrived at home, finally. It had been a long, tiring day. But it made me sad, the fact that after this day, there will be another day. Another day full of remorse.

I laid down on my bed.

I don't want to sleep. I will dream about him again. Why, why does this have to happen to me?

My chest feels heavy. Pain, it shot me like a bullet when I found out. Now it stings, the bullet, the bullet made of sorrow.

I knew I had to sleep at one point, so I did, while tears were running down my face.