𝗶 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 ❞
you held the blueprint to my heart ,
but you never once took notice of it
w/ o realizing how much that hurts .
blueprint ─ a plan or design that tells
how something might be achieved
com...
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athazagoraphobia suffocates me like asthma it was all fear and mental until you actualized it to be real
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Furiously wiping my wet cheeks, I crashed against a cold, marble wall. A bitter sob wretched my body, and I sucked in desperate, shaky puffs of seemingly oxygen-deprived air.
Suddenly there were quick, hurried footsteps behind me.
I whirled around, pulling my hood down securely, despite the way I'm obviously crying.
You stood there, panting slightly from chasing me down the hallways.
Why? Why did you follow me?
Stepping forward with one quick stride, you were suddenly in front of me, dangerously close. Your eyes were wide in concern, worried for me.
Why would you care?
'You okay Aryn?'
Choking back rising sobs, I nodded in desperation to escape your attention. You reached for my face, and I backed away in acute fear.
Matching my stumbling steps, you assured softly, 'I won't pull your hood, don't worry.'
Stilling to a shaky stop, I felt your hands on my cheeks, gently wiping the warm tears away.
'It's okay Ryn.'
Not even realizing the sudden nickname, I stood absolutely quiet, frozen under your soft touch.
You smiled sympathetically. 'Whoever broke your heart doesn't deserve your tears.'
I almost laughed hysterically.
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