Being heart broken is an enterprise that always fascinates me. Don't get me wrong—I'm not masochist or anything. But the feeling of emptiness in the heart every time some dream girl shatters your aspiration reminds us that we are human. It always teaches us something like using our heads, yada! Yada! Yada! Yet that first impression made by a treacherous heart never ever last.
I had a ball writing this story, and have a lot of others waiting to be told, trying my best to portray what a person would feel given a situation.
Although this is based on a friend's experience, I must stress that this is a work of fiction nonetheless. The school, the names and events are products of my imagination. The emotions are too real. I know, I've been through enough to last a lifetime.
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Illusion
Short StoryThere are mountains that you cannot reach for that is what greedy fate preaches. Things in this world cannot be all yours, but you may be in a big surprise; and maybe it's your sorrow in disguise. I cannot give you my love, because friendship is all...
