-----He places his hands on my shoulders. I stare at his beautiful brown eyes, mortified that he sees me like this. Broken down, watered down, eyeliner stains under these glass lenses. I try to look away but he moves his hand under my chin and to align my face with his. Our eyes, our nose, our lips parallel to each other. He gives a small closed content smile. Then he presses his forehead against mine. I'm still sorta shaking, with slight erratic hiccups.
-----Then he whispers: "Its going to be alright okay?"
-----I push him away and closed my eyes shut to block him out: "No ... its not," I persist.
-----"Ani, I-"
-----"Save it for someone else okay?"
-----I feel all the bottled bitterness slowly brush out into words as I do my best to hold them back. But in the end, the temptation to do more harm than to forgive, consumes me. Because at this moment; I didn't give a ******** anymore. Despite the fact that though deep down, and looking back; I really did care.
-----"Look... I just wanted to let you kno-" He retorted.
-----I open my eyes a bit, and placed my finger on his lips to silence him...
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[******** it i can't write like how I used to. It just doesn't feel real anymore... I need more practice I guess.... Thanks for reading I guess, comments and constructive criticism would be nice. If you guys who read this still exist.
This is Anikacy, who can't write anymore :C
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