𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆

𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒘𝒐

𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒘𝒐—𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚-𝒐𝒏𝒆

Playing Reflections by the neighbourhood

??? Past POV

I didn't mean it.

I promise I didn't mean the venom that poured from my lips before I could hold them back.

I didn't mean what I said.

But I can only stare, watching your face drop.

I won't ever forget the way your eyes stared back into mine. The light that you always used to look at me with Dulled to the look you'd give to a stranger.

A stranger...

I can't take back those words now.

Even if I wanted to, the words are like bullets.

Bullets I can never take back once I shoot.

The facade you placed up, I wonder where was the real you?

Was it fake?

Was the sparkle in your eyes never truly real?

Where did you go?

Why have you turned into someone so unfamiliar?

If there is a time in the future, where you ever ask me,

'Did you mean what you said?'

I would always tell you no.

But I would never say I regretted it.

Because you needed to hear it.

I needed to hear it.

Maybe then you would never do what you did again. Maybe you would change and we would go back to 'normal'. Maybe i would see your smile instead of the distant look of disgust you face me with.

I'll sit by the window, watching the rain drip down the metal pipe. It will start off slowly (like the words that slowly begin to form) and then as it falls deeper it will pick up the pace (the words will spill out faster from adrenaline and I'll let them spill). Til the drop falls and lands in an already formed puddle, becoming one and repeating the cycle (my words will cut short once the knife drops, and they'll fall, forming a puddle in your stomach from the past words spoken that your mind will refuse to let go).

The rain won't stop. It will be continuous on this night. Your cries, my cries will be drowned out. The rain masks our tears so that you'll never be able to tell the difference.

And when I finally looked down into the puddle. I'll see a reflection.

The reflection of you.

Of me.

Familiar and distant.

The reflection of somebody that I used
To know.

An:
Who do you think that is?

This chapter has two meanings, I wonder if you can guess it? Let me know in the comments!!!