a shot with love|true story

a story that takes place between the conversations of love and a broken heart, causing blooming cherry blossoms between the shatters of a fragile organ and a strong emotion.

"what was it like when you found out she never loved you," love shut it's grey toned eyes that gleamed like two pearls, the light blue shine that reflects the sunlight off a pearl's surface was always deep in his eyes, it was the reason why pearls were so sought after. and so was love. love was oh-so sought after and yet it was oh-so despised by me.

"it felt empty, i might've cried for hours, not because of that factor. i swear on my life i always knew that, deep down it was always a question mark in my brain. a question mark that soon disappeared and left me a body with just some bones and nothing else. actually, it even felt like my bones were shattering, like they were barely there. but the worst part was my heart," i fingered the brown leather seat and glanced at my toes, "it felt empty and i think that's why i cried so much. i didn't understand what it was."

warning; triggering and lgbt.