A drop of salty water reached my swollen lips and I realized that I was sobbing. I was broken, marooned and alone. He was like my other half who poisoned my memories and left me, still in his horizon. He had a place which is difficult to fill and may never be filled. He had my heart. In fact, he still does. The only difference is that, now, he doesn't cares.
*Flashback*
" That was just for publicity. Why don't you damn get it?" He shouted with agony in his voice.
"But we loved..." I spoke but he cut me off.
"No, I never did. I still hate you and I always will." He said with venom spitting with his every word.
"Not even once?" I asked.
He just shook his head.
"Wait!" I called out and he turned.
"All those Christmas presents, those loving strolls, those breakfasts and passionate moments were just a lie?" I asked with somewhat hope that he'll say "no".
"Yes!" He spat and left me forever.
*End of flashback*
I sat on the grass hopelessly and curled into a ball. I cuddled myself and sobbed as harder as I was able to. I couldn't dare to go inside the house we once shared. From the carpets to the wall paintings and kitchen counter, everything reminded me of him. But the worst part is, I don't want to forget him. Maybe for a lesson, maybe because he's my other half or maybe as my enemy as he managed to poison the jar of my memories which I'll never dare to open again...!
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Poisoned Memories
RomanceShe never expected him to leave her. They were so perfect together. But, he did. He made it clear that all those loving dinners, memorable breakfasts were just an act. He clarified that those passionate nights meant nothing to him. She...meant nothi...
