"Why don't you want to meet new people?" One of my friend asked.
I blink at her, trying my best to smile.
It didn't reach my eyes though, and I know that she knew.
"Because I don't want to." I replied,
"Why?" She asked again, making me look up at her.
I turn my face to break the eye contact, closing my eyes remembering the memories.
I took a deep breath, and chuckle to myself. "The wound that he made for me was too perfect."
Too fucking perfect.
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Before The Dawn | ✔
Non-Fictionafter all you don't need water to feel like drowning, do you? --- dedicated to you, the only person who took my breath away with your pretty lies and empty promises. © Copyrights Reserved
