Pop.
I wipe my tear stained sleeves against my face, in hopes to dry off the wetness of my cheeks. Every time I open my eyes, blurry blotches stain my vision, the colors lights of the club washroom infecting my mind. I flipped the bottle open again and--
Pop.
Why am I crying? No matter how much I contemplate this idea, my eyes silently howl from my pain... an endless torture method. I locked myself in a stall, but the music is so loud that I can barely remember my surroundings. All I know is that I'm sprawled across the wall and floor, the cold, white brick nipping at my spine. If only--
Pop.
I take out my phone and surf my opened app: Twitter. Many retweets of my last post, which happened to be about two hours ago. Lots of replies as well. Lots of confusion. I throw my phone at the floor with every ounce of strength I have left. I hear the screen shatter beside me, trailing thin glass to my exposed hands. I let my head fall onto the stall wall, opening me up for my shallow breaths,
Pop.
and there's nothing
Pop.
that I can do
Pop.
except bury my love for you
Pop.
Pop.
Pop.
Pop.
Po-
...
Jerome.
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Continue in Chapter 1...
Edited 05/05/15
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Bury My Love ➳ A BajanCanadian Fanfiction *EDITING*
FanfictionA beautiful story with a twist about life after love, even though it was all an act. After a heated argument and a period of not speaking with each other, Mitch and Jerome thinks the other is better off by themselves. But when sadness and anxiety en...
