《He Never Loved Me (#Wattys2019)》Chapter 5
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But have you ever stopped to noticed how time is so much like water? That it can pass slowly, a drop at a time, even freeze, or rush by in a blink. The clock on the wall states time is measured and constant, tick tock, part of an orderly world; the clock lies.
The past last days with my lost lover had passed like thousands of camera frames per second shown one at a time. In this slow time-bubble the birdsong was louder, coldness was colder and colors were brighter. All the while my insides felt as if there was nothing there, nothing to need feeding, nothing to have need of anything at all.
I went through all my journals frantically looking for the first mention of you. Searching for the details I can no longer recall-any morsel of information that may have been consumed within my subconscious. The memory of him is fading, a little at a time I can feel myself forgetting him. And part of me does not want to forget.
I begin to pour out my feelings down in a small journal, "It's been 8 months, 2 weeks, 6 days, since he choose her. I still don't know which month it was then or what day it is now. Hazed out lines from hangovers to coffee; A hopeless lost love.
It's 4am, I am once again alone and on my way to another mental breakdown. These are my finest moments. I scrub my skin, to rid me from his scent, I bath in lava to rid me of his touch and yet I still don't know why I cry.
It must have had something to do in the way he took my heart and rearranged my insides and I couldn't recognize the emptiness he had left me with when he decided he was done. Maybe he thought my insides would fit better this way, look better this way, to him and us and all the rest.
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But he must have changed his mind or made a mistake because why did he leave? I'm loosing my mind. . . again. I can feel it unraveling, the threads of every happy memory I could ever once recall, all but a disarray of strings scattered about my feet."
I open my mouth, but not a sound comes out, head violently quivering as if there was a drill to the back of my skull. My eyes could see nothing; they have lost all sight of what is and what could have been. My mouth is open, an eternal silenced scream, saliva dripping from behind my teeth and onto the ground, stained with the memory of him; the man I once loved.
"8 months, 2 weeks, 6 days, and I still don't know which month it was then or what day it is now. I replaced our old favorite cafes with crowded bars and once empty roads I've filled with broken bottles and the town that once healed me slowly isn't healing me enough, I have to get away.
For the sake of my sanity I have to get away, I have to go away from here. I need to find someone new, he was Broken vows. He was like a broken mirror, I held on to his words, held on to his shards until I was left staring at a fractured image of myself, bleeding. So I must go I must disappear without a trace, I am sorry but there's no right way to do this."
Yet in the side I write. . . "I don't care," Honestly, and I didn't. He could have left me for the moon and I wouldn't regret a second we had spent together. I knew at that moment that I would have rather had my heart broken than not have this. . . So I made a contract with myself. "I will love him and forget the consequences-just this once. He can have everything. . ."
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Until You Do It Right
The world ended on December thirty-first of the year two thousand and twenty, precisely at the stroke of midnight. The human race began to be systematically exterminated by the spawn of the System. We were given a chance to defeat them, to take back our place at the top of the food chain. We failed. The first to perish were those who bravely rebelled. The soldiers. The defenders. One by one, they fell. In their final moments, they begged for aid. Nobody replied. The next to succumb were those who feebly cowered. The deniers. The leeches. Together, they fell. In their final moments, they cried out into the darkness. Countless voices replied in kind. The last to decline were those who shamelessly ran. The deserters. The cowardly. Alone, they fell. In their final moments, they whimpered quietly. There was nobody left to answer. The final human to die was a survivor. A runner. As he died, he begged for salvation. His prayers were answered. He was offered a chance to save himself, along with all of humanity, and he took it. This is his story. “I sat in the dark and thought: There’s no big apocalypse. Just an endless procession of little ones.”― Neil Gaiman, Signal to Noise. I am absolutely new to writing and will take any and all constructive criticism. Please give feedback, it is greatly appreciated. I will update the tags as they change, and I hope that you enjoy this little story I'm writing! Quick warning: Seamus is intentionally a flawed character, and this story is going to explore those flaws and perhaps even change a few of them. I do not agree with all of his actions, but it is what it is.
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I am the system
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Magic of the Extinct
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That Night √
ɢʀᴀᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴜᴄɪᴜs.ʟᴜᴄɪᴜs ᴀɴᴅ ɢʀᴀᴄᴇ.Two inseparable best friends.A bond so beautiful that nothing could've broken them apart.But it all changed 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 night. A drunk girl and a boy overwhelmed with feelings. Things take a turn, and they turn even nastier when Grace mysteriously leaves her hometown the very next day with her family. With no explanations. No reasons. No goodbyes.Just a boy with broken hopes left behind.Until Grace returns after 2 years, to the hometown she grew up in. To the hometown that's all she's left with. But things have changed, and so have the feelings...." ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴀ ғɪʀᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ғᴇᴇʟ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ʀᴏsᴇ."#3 in Teen Fiction Text copyright © Crystal7016 ™ 2020Cover credits: @youtumblrgeek <3
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