If I had known that my life would turn out this way, I would've gotten out of it sooner. I never had thought that I would hurt people more than if I'd just stayed.
A tear fell from my eye when I heard him scream my name, the wind rushing against my face and blowing the droplet of water into the unknown... as if it never existed.
I felt the whispers of my impending doom pound against my ears, anticipating the inevitable force against my back, the sickening crunch and the splitting pain which got closer every time I felt weighted down not just by physics, but by my conscience.
My eyes fluttered and then shut, the image of his frightened and heartbroken expression burned into my memory haunting me through a red hot engraving under my eyelids. The whistling of the rushing breeze slowly deafened me and drowned out the film reel that played before me, the voices of my friends disappearing and the magical colours fading away, erasing them and erasing me. I felt regret, sorrow, a feeling that I was missing something. Closure.
As the first contact between me and ground ripped through me, I realised what I was missing.
I never got to tell him I loved him.
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You're My Shooting Star
FanfictionEvery time I run away from something, there are no consequences. Sometimes I just want my own life, my own rules, but it never is that way. But I've run away from something again, and I'm afraid that the consequences will be worse than I imagined...
