It was the middle of the night, she looked out of her window to see the bright lights of the city. She wore her coat and went outside. The refreshing air hitting her pale skin. She sat down, enjoying the moment even tho she couldn't feel anything. Unaware of her own emotions... She missed her a lot, that was for sure. Things had been different. With her absence, she was desperate. She always thought about her, every single minute every single second. Memories of them kept running thru her head. Her special one was a professional liar, lying like she was breathing. But she wanted her back, but was that possible now?
\ If only I knew that this was our last moments with each other, I would've never hurt you. \
She whispered to herself, imagining her ex lover sitting next to her. All those sleepless nights they spent... She blamed herself, even if it wasn't her fault. Even if she did something, but didn't recognize it was too late to know now.
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Short StoryStory about two ex lovers. =+= very short chapters =+= contains self harm=+= 'One day, I'm gonna forget and that's when you'll start to remember.'
