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| Just another morning |
| The cold breeze from the open window blew up the matte black curtains, leaving the sun slightly kissing the floor. The birds were singing just outside the window, waking up a small figure that lay in bed. The feminine figure opened it's eyes and stared at the kiss, marked by the sun. She turned her body towards the wall, staring at it, thinking about him. She closed her eyes shut as a small crystal tear slip from underneath her eyelids. She seemed sad, tired, like every other morning that she woke up from. Again she turned, laying now on her back, staring at the ceiling. Her face expression turned to a frown, as more tears were made, sliding down her cheeks and into the pillow, leaving a wet puddle. She sat up and looked at her body. The look on her face was made of disappointment. Her legs moved, getting her in a standing position. Her hand reached to the clothing mountain on the floor and took out a pair of black shorts and a grey, over sized sweater. She didn't mind what she would wear that day, she wasn't going to leave the house anyways. Her eyes were tired and her eyelids blown out because of last nights thinking. She regretted everything she did a few days before, leaving him although she knew it was for the best. His sweater, resting up in the forth shelf in her wardrobe, calling out to her, to take it, cuddle with it, cry in it. She knew it wouldn't be healthy to listen, but she always carelessly did, taking the sweater and slipping it over her head. She hated him. But yet loved him. |
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 By~ Fiskarna
