BROKEN #Wattys2016

Gave My Heart A Scar

Before reading...

This is just a small story or instance or abstract which is fictional and I wrote this when I was in school and unaware of my writing skills. I just wanted to share this with you all.

There won't be any other parts added to it. I am publishing this just because I wanted you all to read my pathetic first ever writing.

I was lying motionlessly on my bed cuddled inside my blanket in a dark room with nobody around me the only audible thing was the clock reminding me that the time is passing away. Each passing moment made me think about how I'm losing myself. Lost deep into my thoughts I was unaware about the surroundings continuously looking at the ceiling with my eyes wide open as if they were not ready to blink anymore

I was thinking about different people who were connected to me, special to me, thinking about my friends, my family, and about random stuffs.

And that's when his thoughts slipped inside my mind,

I started thinking about him, about everything that has happened by now. The way he looked and his chocolate brown eyes, his smell and how he tasted when I kissed him the last time, his love that he used to shower upon me. The warmth I felt in his arms and he holding me tight not ready to let go, hearing his rhythmic heartbeats the way he use to make me feel special and loved. Those hugs and sweet talks. Those late night conversations talking bullshit and laughing in the middle of the night. The way he used to hold my chin gently and kiss me. How he told me that he actually loved me and that he is not going any where.

I came back from my thoughts when a tear rolled down my cheeks and I realized I was smiling. His memories are so clear in my mind that it still sends shivers down my spine when I imagine them.

Suddenly I felt someone next to me somebody wiping my tears. Somebody looking at me and holding me close, it was him. I was so shocked, my body felt paralysed. I wanted to ask him how he landed up in my room on my bed but he placed his finger on my lips and stopped me from speaking anything lying next to me as he was looking at me or should I say staring and smiling. He rubbed his thumb on my cheeks gently making small circles and then on my lips moving his thumb from side to side. I felt the warmth emitting from his thumb. I felt the heat from his skin, his smell, the same old woody smell. His hand holding mine really tight with his fingers entangled with mine. I wish if I could stop time right there because I was ready to spend my whole life this way lying next to him in his arms. I couldn't ask for anything else but him. I craved for his presence. He gave my heart a scar and my mind an ache. I wanted to punch him in the chest for leaving me alone and cry till I lose my breath.

Creasing away few strands of my hair he looked deep in my eyes. I couldn't stop myself looking into his deep brown chocolaty eyes. And then at his lips and back in his eyes. They were so deep, so intense. He came close to me and it made me close my eyes I could feel his lips touching mine he was rubbing them on my lips I could smell his skin, his cologne, his saliva mixed with the smell of cigarettes. He slipped his tongue inside and I moaned, It felt so damn good. I wanted to grab him by his hair and kiss him hard till our lips became numb and our lungs gave up breathing. It felt so good.

And when I opened my eyes to ask him why he left me in the middle of nowhere, why he didn't text me, or call me telling me he wanted me back. But he was nowhere to be seen. Nobody in the room. He was gone, and room was empty.

Lying on my bed with my pillow all wet in that dark room. Room that was empty but filled with so many emotions. My secrets, my tears. About which nobody will ever know. Nobody will ever understand. He knew I really loved him. I knew he truly loved me but we were helpless.

My phone beeped and I grabbed hold of it from under the pillow it showed a new message notification. A message from an unknown number which read,

I still love you and I need you. I want you by my side forever.

Keeping the phone on the bedside table I tossed on the other side of the bed. I doze off.

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Thank you for reading!

I know its pathetic. This is just a small story, fictional I wrote long back. There wont be any other parts or chapters added to it.

I wrote this when I wasn't aware of my writing skills.