Note to self: please refrain from checking out the boys pictures every morning before work, lest i want myself to be whining whole day trying to heal the heartache and lovesickness...i love the boys, seriously.
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He tried to wipe away the endless tears streaming down her pale face but she took a step back at his extended hand.
"Im sorry..." he said in a low voice, trying hard to suppress his tears by clenching his fists.
She kept whispering "Liar..." over and over again, all the time shaking her head from side to side. The soft breeze blowing against her silky auburn tresses made her look even more beautiful, so beautiful that its blinding him. He stepped forward but she screamed instead, "Dont touch me!!!"
"Please..." he pleaded and grabbed her shoulders. What he received was a tight slap on his left cheek which threw him off balance. As he staggered to face her, he was greeted with the most emotionless expression. She had the look of someone who had lost all hope and faith, in everything. As he opened his mouth to say something, she started laughing. She covered her mouth with her hands and kept on laughing. Stunned by her behavior, he couldn’t move at all as she walked off, leaving him with a hollow laughter which kept ringing in his ears....he dropped down to his knees and before he knew it, he was crying...
And as if to mock him for his mistakes, the sun shone even more brightly showing off the clear blue sky.
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“So this is what it feels like huh? being shot in the chest..” she thought to herself.
She clutched her chest. Right now there was a gaping hole at where her heart should be. She looked up at him, his red eyes searching for forgiveness in hers. But all she could do was to repeat that word over and over again. That was all that she wanted to say to him.
“Liar, liar, liar…”
After slapping him, causing the tall man to stagger back, she felt numb. There was no disappointment, no hope, no faith, and no anger. None of that existed anymore for her. It was empty, and because of that emptiness, she laughed. She laughed till her cheeks hurt, till those useless bitter tears run down her face for the nth time. Once again, the world around her blurs away. Her feet started moving, away from him.
And on that bright cheerful Sunday morning, the vivid colors of the scenery before her turned to dark hues of grey.
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