i locked myself in my room. stupid tears won't stop from falling down. you flooded me with messages, saying you're sorry. you explained everything to me, that you saw irene hugging a guy and you just punch him without any reservations.
but still, that won't explain why you pushed me. those were not enough. i'm helping you but you're as hard as stone. you won't budge.
irene is lucky to have the guy i like, but seeing this side of you? it's just disappointing. never in my life i saw you like this, hunter. your love, i think, is suffocating.
you're a poem i wish i never wrote. i've made a poem trying to paint a perfect picture of us, little did i know, you're not into art. i should've known cause even from the start, you knew you're meant for someone else's heart.
goodbye, hunter.
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Goodbye, Hunter
Short Story❝ you're the reason why there are silhouette dreams and unstitched seams. you're every sonnet i make and the pills i take. you are the one that i love and the one i wish i could have ❞
