never not yours

four

her

our emotions had control on us in some parts of our lives,

like making decisions while you’re angry and later regretting it.

we humans weren’t designed to be perfect,

we have screw-ups just like everyone else.

but there will always be people who’re better than you are,

who have better families,

and that of better lives.

for me,

when a person cries, it is good

to let everything out and to feel much better after,

never be ashamed of your tears

but at some point you’ll realize, you can’t always cry

you can’t always imagine of escape,

because sooner or later, you’d have to face reality again

and it’ll hurt,

like hell.

i had grown accustomed in bottling my emotions,

keeping it to myself and weep at nights till i have fallen asleep

my life wasn’t perfect to start with,

and i don’t think it’ll ever be perfect soon.

i’ve been wishing for death to come to me,

and bring me to hell for all i care,

because whatever’s in store for me there,

i’m sure that it couldn’t compare to my own personal hell here in this earth.

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him

death’s horrible.

i’m not saying that in it’s entirety,

but the one who had died might have already suffered enough in the living world,

and that their only peace would be death,

but if that person had people caring for him or her,

those people would be left with only the memories of that person

and were forced to grieve, weep and mourn.

it hurts when a person you really love dies.

and not of old age, but of sickness.

it is said that the greatest people are just too great for our common lives,

and that they were planned to die young.

they never deserved it. was it because they were too perfect?

and that the world couldn’t accept such perfection in this world?

WAS IT THEIR FAULT?

NO, IT WAS NOT

AND IT WILL NEVER BE.

THE WORLD WILL AND ALWAYS BE UNFAIR

AND THAT IT WILL NEVER CONSIDER OUR FEELINGS.

when a person you love dies,

it felt like a part of you dies with that person.

and in this,

i am broken.

i will always be broken.

nothing and nobody could ever fix that.

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this is quite a dark chapter for me. this chapter shows on how both waverley and seb are just like anyone else, they have flaws and that they're both not perfect. waverley's dilemma is quite vague and not really stated, whilst seb's might give you an idea.

so comment and vote! hope you enjoyed.

love,

shadednights