Shattered
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  • Reads 1,794
  • Votes 564
  • Parts 23
  • Time 1h 31m
Ongoing, First published Apr 07, 2020
Mature
Who believes in love?

I do not. 

What is love?

A possessive feeling that causes pain to everyone around it. 

This is my definition. 

What's yours?? 

I didn't grow up on a bed of roses but of course, everyone thought my family was the ideal family but that's what they see on the outside. 

On the inside?? Well, I'd rather not say. 

This is not your typical romance story that ends with a happily ever after. 

Unfortunately, mine has no happily ever after because I'm too shattered to pick up the pieces and start afresh. 



Cover made by @Teefabolus

Disclaimer: This story was published only on wattpad.com any other site you see it on then it's without my consent and should be taken down immediately. 

Started: May 17, 2020
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Fear sometimes, many times, creep up my spine and settles into my skin. I fear so many things in life. Death, snakes, the dark, clown with eerie smiles, an uncomfortable silence and being watched without knowing. All these are things, however that grip my soul with minimum intensity. The one thing that gets a strong hold of me, that closes down and crushes the walls on me is... the feeling of being alone. Not just the absence of a person that loves me, not only the death of a loved one but the soul-jacking fear of my whole being that engulfs me even when I am in the midst of people. The fear of being abandoned, of being left behind, of not understood, of being enclosed in a bubble no one can burst. The fear of looking down at my hands and knowing no one will interlink with them, of having thoughts no one will hear, of gulping down panic because as much as I am here in the midst of people I know and love, no one will take a step forward to assure their presence. The fear of being alone.