I went to buy my usual chocolate juice every 5 o'clock in the afternoon. The sun's soft heat penetrated my skin but sipping the cold, brown-glazed liquid retuned this somewhat homeostasis in me. Each student in the vicinity had their own business. They were talking, laughing, doing gossips and such while I found myself alone and have no one to lean unto, though happily sipped the juice. The moment I turned my head to the gate, you were there, walking as you greeted the blaze with your face. We looked at each other's eyes. I felt nothing but sadness. I just nodded and surprisingly, you did the same way too. I don't know how to react to it but it definitely pierced my heart in a sweet way. Still, it felt gloomy.
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Emotion Speaks: Illusions and Aches
RandomA collection of short literary works about emotions springing to life through words of a broken-hearted writer, one-sidedly loving a single man through years of admiration. Mixed works of real and imaginative words, scenarios will always give you t...
