Sunday night.
It was Sunday night and I couldn't sleep. Everytime I would close my eyes, I could see his face. And that was, certainly, something I didn't want to. He wasn't good news. Actually, he wasn't news at all... He was a piece from the past but yet, so present.
Just stop... I said to myself. Just stop.
Stop thinking about someone who doesn't give a damn about you. You know he doesn't, you know he never did. So why do you... Do you give a damn about him, Elle?
I sighed. All this thoughts were killing me. It's like I couldn't control it. They just come and never leave or change.
Just like a mark,
Just like a fingertip.
"No. I need to forget everything, I need to forget him." I remember myself once more while looking through the window, trying to distance my mind.
It was such a beautiful night. Full of stars, full of hope. And that, somehow, made me less hopeless. Maybe everything was fixable, even my heart.
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Fingertips.
General Fiction"You left your fingertips all over my body so I can remember that I am forever yours."
