Aku. Kamu. Dirinya

Aku. Kamu. Dirinya

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Romance
Detak detik jarum jam memekakan sepasang telinga. Malam semakin larut. Kesepian seperti sudah melekat menjadi bagian bagi gadis yang tengah meringkuk sendirian di kamarnya. Cairan bening hangat sedikit demi sedikit membasahi pipinya. Gadis itu memperhatikan sebuah potret. Sebuah potret yg menggambarkan dua remaja sejoli yang menyunggingkan secarik senyum,begitu tulus,begitu bahagia. Gadis itu semakin menangis menatap potret itu. Semakin mengingatkannya pada seseora ng yang kini telah meninggalkannya. Seseorang yg dulu sempat membuat hari harinya bermakna. Tapi kemaknaan itu barulah ia rasa saat dia telah pergi jauh meninggalkannya. "Aku kangen sama kamu lan.Kangen banget. Maafin aku selama ini ngga pernah sadarin rasa itu semuanya" isak tangis yang kian lama makin jelas. Malam itu pun kian larut. Semakin larut. Malam itupun berakhir dengan tangisan. Namun bukan hanya malam itu saja. Tangisan itu seperti ritual setiap malam yg dia kerjakan sebelum tidur.
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She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

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