"Pain's the only thing letting me know that I'm alive."
Literally, melancholy means 'living in the same painful circle, while barely realising that it gets worse every time.' The following is my very small collection of words, through which I just want to express what all it takes to be a 'normal teen'. Hope y'all find it relatable.
Happy reading.
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(Exactly what it sounds like. It's really not a love story. )
"Do you like me?" You're straight forward I forget that sometimes.
I open the drink and look at it as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. I sigh, it's a habit now, and take a gulp.
"So?" You ask again. I put the drink on a table next to your bed and sit properly.
"I don't know." I say honestly. You didn't seem fazed but you did seem a bit confused.
"What do you mean you don't know?" I shrug and decide that the floor is the next best thing to look at.
"I like you."
I laugh at this and see you don't.
"Don't say that. You don't like me. You don't." I say as my smile fell and I looked to your eyes, mine were filled with sadness.
But enjoy the book :)