What I thought was a beautiful masterpiece was one from a distance in a lovely cloud, but the rain came and the paint splattered all over us.
I walked out and she pulled me saying where I was going and what does this mean for us. I guess this means we're moving on and that was that.
I left that river with tears and regret in my heart for someone who did not even love me in the first place. I left that river filled with the memories that I would soon want to forget. The memories of us was splashed by the water and now they are washing down the stream. I could never go back and relive what the moments offered.
I was different and so was she. There was no us anymore. The crossed path we made on the cliff, on the mountain, by the river, and at school would go back into the abyss. The emptiness that I felt in my heart was suffocating me everywhere I went.
School was hard enough not being an A student,but she told everyone that we broke up. Everyone unfriended me and I thought I would go back to being invisible but I was wrong.
Everyday was like that one teacher having extremely long nails for no reason and scratching the chalkboard. The screeching sounds of whispers and talks of the town that followed me where ever I went.
Sometimes I just wonder if this all life can bring to me. If this is all there is that this never changing loop of chaos would end.
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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕱𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖂𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝕰𝖓𝖉
Fanfica tale of the unknown, when a boy is fighting struggles none can see. He is not transparent, but rather foggy. Like the sight of a car window charging through rain trying to find its way, but the words crashing down on him, will not let him push.
