She didn't realize until now, that she thought she was in love with a guy, a boy, a human; but she has been wrong this entire time. He has become what he said he wouldn't, and now she sees it. She sees that she was never in love with any of those things. She's in love with an illusion, a lie, a fraud.
He'd promised he'd stay. Did he not remember promising to stay? To catch her? He lied, he's a liar. He said he loved her. She wishes he would take it all back. Every memory with him, everything he made her feel, every word, every lie. She wishes she could shove it back into his chest. She wishes he would take it back. Heartbreak is so painful. It's breaking down out of nowhere. It's confusion, it's anger, it's an overwhelming sadness all at the same time. It hurts so much. It's sleepless nights where she can't breathe with all the weight. It's like a disease with no cure. The deeper she falls, the more agony she feels. She tries to let him go, she tries so hard; but he pulls her back and makes her feel, and then he treats her like she's nothing. He destroyed her when her only intention was to love him. To read more of Him, click here.
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IF LOVE WOULD HAVE SAVED HER, SHE COULD'VE LIVED FOREVER.
But love wasn't there, love had left her behind. No, love didn't save her, love left her drowning in her own tears when it got hard at three in the morning. Love had forgotten her, turned away from her and made her pick up the pieces of her broken heart by herself. Love had pushed her to the side, shut away from the light. So she feels the emptiness weighing her down every day. She feels the dread, the loneliness; it's heavy like an anchor, like lead is sitting on her shoulders. It feels like she's dying. It’s interesting. She can feel sadness so deeply, she can feel anger so intensely; and yet she struggles to feel happiness. His voice is still that deep, husky kind of sound that she has always admired, and that laugh that she just can't get enough of. He has the arms she wants to be wrapped in, the smile she wants to see everyday of her life, the lips she wants to kiss, the eyes she wants to look into, the voice she wants to listen to for hours and hours, the laugh that she can never resist and the heart that she has fallen in love with. To read more of Eventually, click here. Paragraph 1: Introductions
Earth, Earth is a place of life, of war, and of love, in the year 2050 after humanities’ habits were left unchecked, unchanged, and unwatched, the ice caps perished, the world grew warmer, grew more flooded, and an intense storm could always appear out of nowhere. The Earth’s first race humanity survived, as we always have, but among the new stormy waters a new hyper intelligent race of marine life, known as Seaform appeared. At first, they were peaceful but when they discovered we did the atrocities to the ocean, they salvaged old tech and viciously attacked any and all humans on sight. This led to the Gaia-Poseidon wars, a series of conflicts that began in 2075 and ended in 2175, but the war couldn’t end without the strings of fate pulling together love out of the Princess Liara of Seaform, and the war hero Piko Mayo of humanity. These two always found love in the battle of Mariana, where we begin the tale... To read more of Gaia, click here. I remember that day strangely vividly. I always tend to just stare at my ceiling and think about that day. That day always sat with me. I could never tell whether or not it was good or not. It always resonated as something indescribable. Why did it happen? Destiny never existed to me but was this destiny telling me it existed? Destiny is torture. Destiny sounds happy but it isn’t. It was nothing but an antagonizing moment of something. Why did it happen? Why was it the way that it was? I blinked.
Now, I sit here. I’m staring at my ceiling. I’m holding my eyepatch this time. It’s off, I thought to myself. Not that the feeling in the air was off, but the patch. I had my eyepatch off. I silently pulled it up to my face and stared at it. The black cloth looked nice against my snow pale hands. The strings were entangled in my fingers, stretching down past my wrist. I then touched the skin underneath my eye. Then I started to think again. It was about you. My mind instantly became clouded with thoughts and pictures of you. Then images of that day started to roll in the film that flew past my eye. That day was so unbelievably agonizing yet I find myself thinking about it. Thinking of you. I thought of you. Of you. You. Just you. That day and you. No matter what way I put it, the subject is you. To read more of You, click here. She had the perfect life, childhood, family - on paper. She grew up in a Victorian-style house with many structural inlets and open windows. Every week, she went to church with her family, she drove a nice suburban, and she even dated the perfect boy-next-door. She joined her parents and brother for neighborhood block parties and had impeccable grades which lined her up for a college across the country. It was a perfectly structured life - on the outside.
Inside, however, there was a storm that constantly brewed over the exposed beams and snaked throughout each room. The lack of physical cracks and creaks were replaced with sudden and menacing footsteps and knocks; even when they weren’t for her, she worried that somehow her secret had come out - literally. The windows that seemed so welcoming from the outside were shuttered over to hide the un-abiding tempest within. The church trips and neighborhood parties were obligatory events that just became a routine hell. Her dream college was but a dream, with her parents determined to keep her close by. Her boyfriend was a front - for both of them - as he was in love with a Romeo, and she wanted a Juliet. To read more of Imperfect House, click here. |
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