He was running away, as fast as he could, he could not bear
the sight he had just seen. Never would he see her face again, ever. Running
through the dark streets, he realised something, he had tried more than ever,
his level best to forget her, to move on, to be normal and not let her have her
way, but somehow, she just got inside his system, and this had led to what
happened tonight.
How could he let that happen, as he turned right on the next curve, he started feeling a little breathless, he had been running for the past 2 kilometres, running away from her, why? Why was it always supposed to be him? Why did he always have to suffer? He sat down on a stair, it was chipped and broken from the sides, signifying that it had been built very late, it was covered in dust, but that was the least of his worries at that moment. He fell, panting, after recovering a little bit from what had happened, he let it all in, all that had happened and he felt his insides tighten and throat go dry, he let out a sigh, disgusted at himself, he started crying, how could he let that happen? After doing everything she had wanted, how could she just go with that bastard? How? He was lying in the dust, some specks flew in his mouth and he let out a cough, continued crying, and after some time, he rose up, tears were visible on his cheeks which were red, eyes were red. He looked around to check where was the howling sound coming from, realising it was just a dog, he stood up and continued running away, he might not have realised, but this day, he was broken far from what he had experienced before, he continued running straight, he had almost become a madman, realising that he didn't want to go anywhere now, he sat down on another stair, beneath some shade, not that it mattered to him, but somehow, somewhere the shade provided some comfort. He started recalling the memories of his time with her, of how for some brief time, she had been his, that one month, wow...a smile broke on his tear-ridden face, after such a long time and he went into a string of hallucinations of his past. Of his past with her, of his past with Jenny.
How could he let that happen, as he turned right on the next curve, he started feeling a little breathless, he had been running for the past 2 kilometres, running away from her, why? Why was it always supposed to be him? Why did he always have to suffer? He sat down on a stair, it was chipped and broken from the sides, signifying that it had been built very late, it was covered in dust, but that was the least of his worries at that moment. He fell, panting, after recovering a little bit from what had happened, he let it all in, all that had happened and he felt his insides tighten and throat go dry, he let out a sigh, disgusted at himself, he started crying, how could he let that happen? After doing everything she had wanted, how could she just go with that bastard? How? He was lying in the dust, some specks flew in his mouth and he let out a cough, continued crying, and after some time, he rose up, tears were visible on his cheeks which were red, eyes were red. He looked around to check where was the howling sound coming from, realising it was just a dog, he stood up and continued running away, he might not have realised, but this day, he was broken far from what he had experienced before, he continued running straight, he had almost become a madman, realising that he didn't want to go anywhere now, he sat down on another stair, beneath some shade, not that it mattered to him, but somehow, somewhere the shade provided some comfort. He started recalling the memories of his time with her, of how for some brief time, she had been his, that one month, wow...a smile broke on his tear-ridden face, after such a long time and he went into a string of hallucinations of his past. Of his past with her, of his past with Jenny.
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