Grief was a funny thing. Melody had been the cause of her most recent breakup and had been fine for months. She could talk to them, listen to songs they gave meaning to and memories to, she was even okay with their new relationship and supported it full-heartedly. But here she was, 3 am on a school night, crying with a breakup song on repeat. She didn't love them anymore, she'd moved on, so why was she such a mess?
Perhaps it was because she missed the hope their relationship had given her, the warm comfort of being wanted. It was a different kind of affection, a kind of affection that neither her family nor her friends could replace. She was filled to the brim with emotions, she knew they'd start overflowing again. But she had no right. No right to sing over the dead love when she had been the one to kill it in the first place. Melody had no right to a requiem.
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I love that I had this in drafts for ages and just forgot to post it.
Well, that's life I suppose
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Random Writing that I did when I was bored
Random- Welcome - This is a 'little' collection of writings I've done. These include Writing warm-ups, experimenting with character dynamics, one-off ideas and bits and pieces of work-in-progresses that I've taken out for whatever reason. If by some off...
