the expiration of our assumptions.

breakBetween my breaths grew the glow of the moon as my eyes became familiar with your presence. I thought we were both riding towards the universe when I found out you left me behind. You still could not picture our tied hands in your head. It was still him whose holding your veins.

I broke from my own demands and your name died upon my lips. One day, you stood before me and confessed your blooming reaction to me; it was three months late. How would I tell you the feeling had withered in me?

You had become a stranger to me—a silhouette reminding me of my disgrace. You had proved that the time was not an excuse to fall for the person I thought I wanted to be with.


Thank you for reading this story. If you want to talk about random things with me, do not hesitate to reach me through my “Contact” page. All the best love, my dear.

let me hold your words before you leave;

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