𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥! Last chapt on hiatus

17

To say that Off was heartbroken was obviously an understatement..

Let me just ask, can a person survive two days curling up into a ball inside a warm temperature room, with food or water BARELY in sight?

'Cause if not, well then phew.. Off still managed to live after that.. Goodness gracious..

The words still lingered onto every corner of Off's mind.. 

"No need.. because I-.. I don't like you anymore.."

"No need.. because I-.. I don't like you anymore.."

"No need.. because I-.. I don't like you anymore.."

"fuck..", Off muttered.. He was currenly curled into a ball as he hugged his knees tight and leaned his head back against the wooden door he was leaning on..

The room was pitch black. The only thing Off could see was the faintest neon green if he looked to the ceiling, his glow-in-the-dark stickers glowing in the faintest he had ever seen, due to his eyes which were teary. Drops of tears won't stop from trickling at the corner of his eyes. His eyes were already stinging, so much. But he just can't help but cry.

OFF JUMPOL ADULKITTIPORN

My eyes hurts so bad. But not as much as my heart hurts right now. Will it make sense if I say that I just feel numb? I feel numb and empty but it's as if my eyes were my heart as of the moment if this pool of tears was any evidence..

At the very edge of my bed, lays my phone. It's ringing. I don't want to answer it. I don't even wanna know who's calling, I could really care less.

Oh God, I'm telling you it's been like five minutes and the caller still isn't giving up. I surely doubt that it's someone I am not close with-- like those bunch of girls last time.

Ahh crap yeah, the memories. Luckily, they actually stopped after I told Tay to tell them off.

The ringing is irritating and annoying. Now I think not only are my eyes the only things hurting in my body, but my heart and ears too. Great. Just great.

I crawled from the floor to the edge of my bed. I rested my right elbow and arm on the bed, with the rest of my body still on the ground, the cold floor making contact to my legs and thighs.

I checked the notification as I sniffed. As I also rested my head on the bed, I felt another drop of tear trickling from the edge of my eyes, to my nose bridge, and onto the bed.

God, I'm telling you. I am not the one shedding thede tears, it's my heart. My heart takes all the credits.

'12 missed calls from 09*******'

I arched my eyebrows in confusion. Who the hell is calling me? The caller id is really unfamiliar and people who I know saved my number in their phones are only a few.

I checked the time instead. It's like nine in the morning. But the ambiance and look in my room actually says otherwise. I had to find my thick black curtains! When I feel this hurt, you won't see any trace of light coming from my room. And I don't go to the part of my room where I could see myself in the mirror-- not even my goddamn shadow!