I dropped my sunglasses in a mix of emotions, and opinions. My mind was then a jumble of scribbles, colours, pictures. Like a quick flashback of all the little, and big moments we shared; and they were all scooped into a sheet of paper-crumbled-stepped on-thrown away.
He was still in the moment and didn't notice my appearance, so I bolted. The glaze which threatened my vision was soon replaced by fleeting liquid streaming from my eyes.
I rushed to a seemingly abandoned and musky hallway, sliding down the wall and involuntarily sobbing. I clutched onto my knees and held it to my chest, bringing my forehead between the two.
This is why I don't fall in love. I get attached to something or someone that hurts me in the future. I was blinded in the beginning, and now that my view has recovered; it kills me more.
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pouring rain | s. mendes
Fanfictiona story in which two fragile entities cross paths, filling each other with love that they do not carry for themselves.
