"You're really sick you know. I can't imagine someone being as mean and selfish as you, 𝘒𝘪𝘮 𝘐𝘷𝘺." He says, as he finally let go of her.
"Only if you had known my viewpoint, 𝘑𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬. Only if you knew." She barely whispers out...
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Cry with me.
The howling sky thundered as it poured upon the concrete. Alone and stranded, with physical bruises and aches, I stopped short. Isolated from everyone, the flickering street light coruscating through the wet streets, I leaned myself against the wall. Not a care about the dress I adorned, not a care about the dangers lurking around, not a care about my own drenched self, just me and the sky crying along.
But, what was there to cry? Was it even logical to cry?
I knew all along, I was a no one. I knew all along, I wouldn't stand a chance. I knew all along, I should stop. I knew I shouldn't have hoped. I shouldn't have mistaken pity for empathy. I shouldn't have expected him to leave an angel, a perfection for a ragged blanket as me.
Since the start, I was annoying. No one wanted me around. No one wanted me to be with them. But, I was stupid to think it was all just a joke. I was clingy. Because I thought it was normal for friends. I said what I learnt, and I was boring them. I didn't have any juicy gossips, and it was boring them. But I was just a little kiddo, jumping and playing around at the mere age of six or seven. I didn't think much, but I should've.
Another school greeted me. With the same thing. Only with the exception of a constant best friend. The same person, who was always shadowing me. Maybe she didn't mean to, but she always did. Insignificant crushes befriended me to get a chance with her, and then left me with a pinch in my heart. Self doubt and low self confidence were a normal phenomenon. But again, I ignored it as my mother would say, teenage problems.
But then, even she left me with dad to another abode. I was left alone, in depths of self realisation and guilt. Regret of not appreciating them enough, and not spending the little moments with them.
Drowning in my demons, I stopped caring about people. Only she remained. She was there when no one was there, it was only fair I return her favour.
Then, he came. And started another arc of my life, the most scary one, love. It was scary how I was willing to do anything for him, want to live again for him. This accelerated well for a year and then came the doom again. This time, with a double impact.
I had promised myself, to distance myself from everyone. And work hard to have my own name shine up in bold letters for the world to know. Then, maybe my parents would be a little proud of me, rather than suffocating myself with nothingness and jealousy.
And I did.
But I met him.
And the promises went for a toss. Again. Him with her, I knew I should've given up. But the heart wants what it wants.
