He had longed for someone to understand him. So many came but none ever saw through him. He has been desperate for a while now and when he saw her by the edge of the roof, he thought the same and merely watched her fall to her demise, unmoving and empty. A crimson red splattered all over the cold, hard ground that took her away, yet he was unmoving. He stopped pushing through and stayed in his place, watched the rest walk ahead of him until the people that passed by him were no longer familiar faces. So much time has passed and everyone he knew had come knocking on death's door except for him, still unmoving. He didn't dare to step forward for why on earth should he do that when no one is there? There is no point to it at all and for the first time, he went back. He walked away. What was left in his trail was everything he had ever lived for but his heart which he already gave away when the one he loved was taken away by the ground both of them were standing on.
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The Battlefield Within Me & Out
Poesia✫彡 Poetry, Excerpts & Short Stories ✫彡 bat·tle·field /ˈbadlˌfēld/ - a noun which is defined as the piece of ground on which a battle is or was fought. - also defines as a place or situation of strife or conflict.
