She woke up, found herself on her couch. She had no idea how she slept there but it was 7 am. She got up, washed her face and made herself a cup of coffee. She was unhealthy, running on caffeine, not sleeping, not having any appetite. All these were because of her. Even if she left a long time ago, it seemed like she just couldn't move on. Everywhere she went, there was a movie poster of her or something related to her. The fact that she left her for some other jerk she worked with... She just couldn't concede. It hurt, it hurt so much to see her laughing and smiling at someone other than her like that way. Despite all the love she received, all the fans she had, all the people that liked her, she just wanted 'her' back. In a movie of her that was shot in her house, she saw a book of hers which made her feel something. She really wasn't good with emotions, she knew she wasn't happy but it felt like she wasn't that miserable either. She just didn't know what to feel and tried expressing herself thru her books.
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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.'
