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Chapter 16:- Love Song Requiem
I want to see that someone, but that person doesn't even know what is happening in my mind. I want to see, hear and touch. Kiss and hug. And more and more.
Today, again, someone told me that I was pale. Sick-looking. I know, I am aware of that, but what can I do? My jeans won't fit me anymore, they silently fall on the floor, a daily torture to my eyes as I watch as they come in contact with the floor and tickle my toes. I don't go out in the sunlight, a lot. I know, but what can I do. It gives me headaches and burn my skin, who doesn't need a lot to become red. She told me that I was beautiful, that my black hair made my eyes shine brighter, giving the impression that they are red. Blood red.
Beautiful...
People tend to use words that aren't very appropriate, lately. Quite a lot, really. She said that I had a good voice, I wonder what that means.
I love him, always did, always will, but my body isn't full of him anymore. My mind, too. Still, he still exists in me, somewhere in the shadows of my being, in the dark dept of my soul, where lies the things I want to forget, but can't. It doesn't hurt anymore. No, I cherish those memories.
''Emily will find a better place to fall asleep, she belongs to fairy tales that I could never be. The future haunts with memories that I could never have, and hope is just a stranger wondering how it got so bad.'' - Love song requiem by Trading Yesterday.
I'm sorry, I think someone stole my heart, again. I'm sorry, I couldn't keep it sealed well enough.
I want to see that someone, but that person doesn't even know what is happening in my mind. I want to see, hear and touch. Kiss and hug. And more and more.
Today, again, someone told me that I was pale. Sick-looking. I know, I am aware of that, but what can I do? My jeans won't fit me anymore, they silently fall on the floor, a daily torture to my eyes as I watch as they come in contact with the floor and tickle my toes. I don't go out in the sunlight, a lot. I know, but what can I do. It gives me headaches and burn my skin, who doesn't need a lot to become red. She told me that I was beautiful, that my black hair made my eyes shine brighter, giving the impression that they are red. Blood red.
Beautiful...
People tend to use words that aren't very appropriate, lately. Quite a lot, really. She said that I had a good voice, I wonder what that means.
I love him, always did, always will, but my body isn't full of him anymore. My mind, too. Still, he still exists in me, somewhere in the shadows of my being, in the dark dept of my soul, where lies the things I want to forget, but can't. It doesn't hurt anymore. No, I cherish those memories.
''Emily will find a better place to fall asleep, she belongs to fairy tales that I could never be. The future haunts with memories that I could never have, and hope is just a stranger wondering how it got so bad.'' - Love song requiem by Trading Yesterday.
I'm sorry, I think someone stole my heart, again. I'm sorry, I couldn't keep it sealed well enough.
