Behind the curtains

56 1 0
                                    

I was secretly bleeding. Hiding myself in these thick wooled curtains, secretly glancing on her through a small hole I created. Do I have to do this everyday just to see her vulnerable side?

I was secretly hurting. Her loud cries and the sounds of her devastation resonated inside the room. Her knees on floor begging into something I didn't know.


I was secretly breaking. Wish I can wipe her tears with my hands but I know once I step my feet, she'll go back to her usual self — pretending and lying. 

I was secretly crying. Everytime she smiles but the glimpse of sadness were evident on her eyes. The way her eyes fakely shrinked in happiness but her hands tells a different story.

I was secretly breaking behind the curtains. I'm aching to touch her but there's no way I can't go out. I want to see her trueself though it kills me enough everytime her lips quivering in coldness and her knees shaking in fear.

I wish I can touch you. Hug you tight. Kiss you non-stop 'til the pain vanishes away.


But you're too close yet so far away.


HDAWFIL (on-going)Where stories live. Discover now