a writer, eh? not really. but why? because i'm a hopeless romantic. taunt me. laugh like the hyena. do the hokey-pokey. pounce on me. tell me how hopeless i am... real hopeless. go ahead. that's fine with me...
or share some pity and feel my pain. isn't that him, the dying martyr? oh, the poor chap. look at his frail limbs and fragile soul. but no, no. you'd never say that.
because i'm just a freakin' writer who no one cares about.. do tell me if i'm wrong, huh. not that i care.
did you hear me?
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silence kills.
yes it does, piercing his heart mercilessly. he tries to shake it off, ignore it, shove away the tears. apparently, successful. he waves off a smile, unseen to anyone - he's doing great! he grabs the door knob, pulls it, and off he walks into the bright blue sky. a wonderful transformation, no doubt.
almost perfect.
he passes through the sea of faces one by one. and that charming smile never left him. seems that nothing could stop him - it was definitely his day. everything was haply prearranged, prepared. nothing ever seemed to go wrong. nothing.
after a long span of time enjoying himself and his lady luck, he gazes upward, to the clouds. the sun was disappearing westward. and as he ponders on what had just happened during the past hours, he just couldn't help but smile toothily and shamelessly.
a bit tired out from the happenings, he started to walk home. a series of winding curves, he had known to heart - no difficulty there.
just around a corner, he finds himself eye to eye with a someone he easily recognizes even a mile away - long hair, fair complexion, confident aura, and that ever present smile.
meanwhile, he is abruptly stopped from his fast walking pace, overwhelmingly suprised at what he was seeing. first thought was to smile - but then, as though spontaneously, melancholy befell
upon the supposedly lucky guy.
"sorry," he muttered, mustering up all for a sincere apology, as he has obviously blocked the girl's way.
the girl, seemingly unaware of the boy's presence, merely turned a few degrees, and walked ahead unaffected.
unexplicably, the boy turned back and looked at the girl's direction - she wasn't there, probably had turned around the corner. he ran, and turned, went up, looked this way, returned that way, to no avail. the girl was gone.
he turned around, and there was nothing in sight, but four avenues that he didn't know as to where it led.
he then fell silent, as always. but this time, there were no bright skies, no familiar and jovial faces, no smile to hide the pain. broken down on his knees, he forced his palms into his face and let the tears which he, for so long, held from trickling down.
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