Reminiscence
Shattered pieces in every corner of the room, tears running down the cheeks, internal devastation; one word could describe the situation, break-up. It has been a week since the torment but the pain still pinching on every possible exposed bleeding wound.
She did not nothing wrong. She did not argue. She did not cheat. She done her best.
He left.
Holding tight to his shirt, she sniff it as she misses him so much…protruding longing, hoping for the last kiss, the last hug and having him playing the skin flute for the last time. As the sobbing is getting heavier, the song of “The Loneliness” by Babyface could be heard inside the room.
The pain is excruciating. Her family and friends want to be there for her but she rather being left alone because for her, the pain could never be share..it could never be split to pieces…unlike the heart that he smashed to smithereens.
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