You used to glare at me all the time. You sneered and skimmed—tried to make me aware of how badly I'm rotting underneath.
But you also helped me breathe, find my pace—make me feel everything because that was what I needed.
Now you couldn't even look at me when I pass by.
It's that look.
Your expression continuously haunts my dreams. A ghost, eerily reminding me of you, seems to creep into my mind as well.
There is no escaping you.
Even when you stop.
Even if you walk out of my life.
YOU ARE READING
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Teen FictionHe wanted to break her. Unfortunately, one of her broken shards pierced into him. ·˚ ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈˚· Read the revised and edited version of 𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐛 and explore Rizu Lu's other works on saltroomarchives.wordpress.com Thank you for your continuous suppor...
