chapter 8
A Game of Pretence
Did i mention before my problems with having a freaky memory? I never forget a thing. Not even a single detail. It's good and bad. But in my case, it's the worst thing that could ever happen to a human being.
But my game was worked out quite well, hard at first, really hard.
Could i ever forget the friends who listened and listened and listened to the endless complaints about fears and dreams, hopes and agony? I love you, dear friends. I can't dare to live without you. You rock my world!
My love, i remember telling you how happy i was to find you happy. And i never lied. At least one of us was happy.
I was in a perfect status of unbelievable numbness. I was actually convincing myself that i had to move on.
But could you tell me why i never did move on? Why were you haunting me? Why didnt i find myself someone else to take care of? Because deep inside, i was never over you. Never over your memory, with all its joy and grief.
But one day i visited the very same place where we shared a lot . Alone as i was, the air choked me. I felt dizzy. I wanted to faint. Panic. Death. Black.
I hated it.
Yet soon after i went back to basics. Back to numbness, fake content feelings, focusing on academia and success. Burying my emotions in the grave of time. You were happy,, most importantly.
But that didnt last, just like anything else.
You were hurt. I didnt hate her when u loved her. I hate her for hurting you. Now that you were in pain, i was in a worse condition. Those who saw me the following day told me i looked as if i was going to my own funeral. I was expressionless. There was no sane explanation for that except that :
I WAS STILL IN LOVE WITH YOU
What did you think
Comments
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This was a really good piece you have here. I really enjoyed reading this. It was good. I liked it. Anyways. Keep up the awesome work.
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thank u !!
please do read the final part, part 5
-sherry
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...oddly congruent, Pixi.
(frowns)
To love someone enough to let them go.
...but you simply cannot.
The feigned withdrawl.
...fails everytime.
Funny though.
(fixes his gaze and bows; as if weighed down)
...I seem to employ the same foolish tactic.
(pours her a "rummencoke" and hands it over; insistantly)
A toast.
(raises his glass and tries to grin like a devil)
...to those inflicted with the worst disease known to man.
...and to the cure... which I wouldn't take if you paid me.
(smiles; sort of.)
Bottoms up, Pixi.
...we are used to poison, no?
(grins like a devil)
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