You looked at the reflection in your mirror.
It was already 12:00 AM, zero O clock... And your room's light were off, but the tears on your cheeks were shining brightly. You smiled but it surely was fake.
How did you end up here.. ?
You were so bubbly..?
How did you become this..?
A person with no dream, no motive, no plan to move, no thought of even standing up and eat...
Your eyes were puffy, red... Your throat was dry. Your breathing was unstable, more accurately, really less.. And it was hard, to breath..
"What did I do to get this..?"
"I didn't wanted this.. "
"I.. I just did what I was supposed too"
"Is this ever supposed to end or.. "
"I am tired.. I am empty.. What more are you planning to give me "
You wanted to say all this but to whom...
Your room was empty, and the only partner you got was silence.
YOU ARE READING
Highs And Lows
Short StoryThis is a collection of 30 one shot stories, with maybe or maybe not, a great meaning... If you want to have some fun or a break.. Do read them.. All of them are written by me ..
