What We Left Unsaid

What We Left Unsaid

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Amazing isn't it? Humanity. Great feats and yet massive falls. Holding up prides, airs, and glory while hiding such interesting stories under their beds they lie in. I hate being human. I fell so hard I didn't know where I was. You became my everything and it consumed me. You scare me because I am a broken piece of glass others think is steel but you can see my cracks and can guess what I feel. Why did it have to be you. I don't get it. One day I'm going to explode and God help me when I do. ________________________________________ "The reason I am defensive is because I am waiting for you to push me away, waiting for you to say you don't want me. Not just in the moment, like dont want me period. I am thinking when I don't respond, and those thoughts are eating at me from the inside out."My voice falters and I can feel it crack as I continue. "That's why I act crazy because I am thinking every way it could go wrong. I'm already thinking about the glass below and the ashes from the bridges I burned. I'm waiting. Tell me..." I sob into my sleeves. A million pounds off my chest, I feel my body take a deep breath. I forget what's it's like to breath when I'm suffocating. A kind of half laugh slips from my lips. I can breath when I'm broken. Hilarious how we all are prophetic in our words of wisdom and how to be "healthy" when our ideals are the black goo coming out of our cracks and crevices of the room we never use except for pictures. The pictures of a perfect life. The room isn't used for anything else because you can't live there. There is no life in your perfect world that you preach of, only death. The sun is rising now and he is still looking at his feet in the gravel off the road where we stand. "Hazel..." he trails off in his deep voice. He still doesn't look up.
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In the beginning, there was death. The darkness flows from hues of purple and orange, the moon rising to kiss the sun's rays one last time as the darkest cloud of night I've ever seen falls over our tiny haven. I catch Will's face from the side of my vision and my heart tightens slightly. The tick of his jaw wouldn't be noticeable for anyone but me. His best friend, his lifeline. A solemn tear forms in my eye as he wipes his face, another tear falling for the family he lost. I love him. Utterly and desperately so, but, there's nothing I can do about that. The ultimate forbidden fruit, if you will. I reach to comfort him and he doesn't respond. I open my mouth to speak and he looks my way, but the gleam in his dark brown eyes hits the moonlight just right and I fall. My voice escapes my throat and I can't do it. I've tried for years to tell him. 10 years, actually. All this time, I hopelessly remained devoted to a ghost who had given the best of himself to a fiery red-head with a sassy personality and the body of a supermodel. For 10 years, I held to the desperate thought that maybe, just maybe, he'd be someone I could count on. Instead, I watched him marry my best friend, smiled as they welcomed their son. Stood, holding that beautiful boy as his mother was in the first round of executions after the beginning of the Revelation. Helped heal Will's wounds in the aftermath. Cried, clutching the tear-stained shirt of my best friend as his son took his last staggering breath in that first harsh winter. The guilt of my emotions crawl through me. My heart twisting in regret, guilt, desperation, and grief. I loved my best friend. She was so much more than that; she was my family. In this dystopian quick read, join a group of people desperate to recapture their freedom and end a tyrant's reign.

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