"Betrayal" - A Flash Fiction
Another post woooo!!!! Hope you guys will enjoy!!!
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I have never felt so betrayed in my life. Itās January 1, the beginning of a New Year and you decide to do this to me? I donāt understand you, but then again, I never understood you from the beginning even when we were so close.Ā
Hahaā¦Making amends to everyone? Everyone but me? Donāt you find that heartless? I was the first person to make you feel something, the first person to comfort you and tell you that your feelings are valid, the first person to hear your problems until the end, the first person to check up on you, yet you donāt try and make amends with me? Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!
āNew Year, New Meā, you probably thought, but I donāt think youāll ever change if you continue to act like this around me, for me, I think āNew year, New issues!ā, I can practically smell the problems I have to face later on in this year. We used to be so close but nowā¦you act like Iām a complete stranger as if you didnāt tell me all your worries every night, as if you didnāt tell me how your day went, as if weāve never laughed together, as if we never spent hours talking together, as if we never had something.Ā
Good for you that youāre trying to fulfill your New Yearās resolution but I still see you the same way, the same heartless person who left me without a proper goodbye. I tried to fix that, to fix what we lost,Ā to fix our friendship, but then you just wouldnāt let me and left me alone, again. Did you even care about me the same way I cared about you?
I probably sound jealous, bitter, or even resentful but I donāt care. I know I deserve an explanation on why you chose to act like this after everything I did for you. I deserve a proper explanation as to why you chose to act like we never had history. I deserved better.
Iām glad my friends told me all about what you did, Iāve never felt so upset before. Itās the first day of the year and you brought me this, thank you! Gee, this might just be another eventful year for me. I feel so betrayed that you did this to me. I donāt blame you if you dislike me, I admit that I have acted immaturely in the past and Iām sorry for that, but I donāt understand why you did this even when we were still on good terms, it doesnāt make any sense at all.
Are you happy with where you stand in life right now? I know I am, I have been so much better, so much happier without you but I still care about you because I still think of you as a good friend. Are you happy with a new year without me? I still remember when you were terrified of the future, terrified of what may or may not happen but look at you now, on bad terms with probably the only person who would comfort you and side with you.
Gosh, what did I do to make you treat me like this? Did I hurt you and I didnāt know? Do your friends dislike me? I donāt care what reason you may bring up, I donāt care if it will hurt me a lot, but I deserve an explanation. I deserve to know why you betrayed me like this.
I should stop thinking about this, itās the first day of the new year and I donāt want or like this negative energy youāre giving me. I should move on and ignore you the same way you ignore me. After all, you did betray me. Who knows what you might do next.
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"I care. I always care. That's my problem" - A Flash Fiction
I haven't posted in a while whoops mg but I got busy because of Research dsaiugfkjhsdj I'll try my best to keep posting as often as I can though!! Here's another angsty flash fic!! Enjoy!!
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I smiled reassuringly and offered words of comfort to the person in front of me as they broke down in tears. I offered comfort and warmth and even stopped what Iād been doing just to offer a shoulder to cry on and an ear to listen to their worries and problems. What a heartwarming scene, someone breaks down in front of me as I comforted them and reassured them that all their feelings are valid.
If only I found someone whoād do the same for meā¦
No.
Ā I canāt think about that right now. I canāt think about myself when someone is having a crisis in front of me. I canāt think about myself right now when someone else needs me. I have to be there for them both physically and mentally, right?Ā
āNever keep things bottled up. If you have any problems, then go to someone you can trust and talk to them. Donāt feel bad about doing so, itās completely normal to feel this way.ā I said
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Closing the door and leaning against it, I sighed and ran a hand through my hair as my mind was clouded with numerous thoughts. So many things to follow up on, to check up on, to update, to facilitate, to do, will I ever catch a break? Iām exhausted. I want to sob and let out all my frustrations, but I canāt. I canāt,Ā knowing that I know someone would come and ask for help, I canāt. Iām going insane, Iām on the last straw.
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Even if I did let out everything, who would listen to me the way I do for others? I have friends, they listen to my problems butā¦I donāt want to burden themā¦especially when theyāre having a really fun time with each other, I donāt want to ruin the mood. Guess Iāll keep this all to myself then because I always care for others instead of myself.
Funny, how my words not too long ago contradict what I was just thinking about. Funny, how I donāt even follow the advice I give to others when theyāre at their lowest. Funny, how Iām breaking down, sobbing in the middle of the room quietly so no one could hear.
Why do I care about others? I mean, thatās a good thing, but is it still a good thing when I forget myself in the process? Am I being too selfless? I know Iām hurting yet I still help others instead of myself.
Iāll focus on myself from now on.
What an empty promise I made to myself countless times. How many times will tell myself the same thing over and over and over again? How many times will I try to ātoughenā up only to be sobbing at night a month after? How pitiful.
Why do I always seem to care about others when I promised myself that I wouldnāt anymore? Why canāt I care less? Iām hurting. I know that, yetā¦I always care. Thatās my problem.Ā
Ding.
I paused and looked at my phone, seeing a notification from a friend. āAre you free? I need someone to talk to.ā They said.Ā
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āYeah, whatās wrong?ā I replied as I typed away with tears falling down like a waterfall down my face.
I care. I always care. Thatās my problem.
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"Cruel Summer" - A Flash Fiction
THIS IS MY MOST FAVORITE WORK I'VE DONE AND I'M SO PROUD OF HOW IT TURNED OUT. I had to listen to Cruel Summer on loop to feel motivated and inspired by Mother Taylor and I'M SO HAPPY WITH HOW I WROTE IT!!! I hope you guys will enjoy as much as I enjoyed writing this!!!
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āFever dream high in the quiet of the night
You know that I caught itā¦ā
The speakers boomed through the room as I listened to Cruel Summer by Taylor Swift on a September afternoon. I sat on the couch, curled up into a ball and I smiled as we talked over the phone. Iām glad you canāt see the wide idiotic smile I have on my face but I wished you were right next to me, wrapping your arms around my body as we talked endlessly. You donāt need to know that though, I donāt want to ruin what we have just yet. Youāll know soon enough, but for nowā¦let me feel like a teenager in love.
ā...Bad, bad boy,
Shiny toy with a price
You know that I bought itā¦ā
How do I even deal with these feelings of mine? I canāt help but feel giddy every time I get even a single text message from you. Oh, love. They say I should shoot my shot but I still want to enjoy the time I get to spend with you before I risk it all and throw it out the window.
ā...Killing me slow, out the window
Iām always waiting for you to be waiting belowā¦ā
How many times will I sneak out just to see you late at night? Why am I doing this? Am I doing this just to see that pretty face of yours? Maybe. I probably wonāt stop sneaking out until I finally have you in my arms, on my bed as we cuddle under the silk sheets in my bedroom, all cuddled up and our legs tangled with each otherās as we drift off into the sweet slumberland. But for now, Iāll stick to sneaking out and waiting in your backyard just so I can see you.
ā...Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes
What doesnāt kill me makes me want you moreā¦ā
This is a dangerous game Iām playing. You probably donāt see me the way I see you. You have no idea how I feel about the things you do. Itās quite thrilling and exciting to the point it feels like my heart is about to pop off my chest and explode. But no matter how risky this is, Iām willing to risk it just to be with you for even a single moment.
ā...And itās new, the shape of your body
Itās blue, the feeling Iāve gotĀ
And itās ooh, whoa, oh
Itās a cruel summerā¦ā
Walking through the park with you? Holding hands with you? What a dream. I canāt believe it, I must be dreaming, someone please pinch me. I canāt stop the grin from forming on my face as we stroll through the park, the breeze of the hot summer air hits both of our faces. The sunlight perfectly kisses and compliments your face, I wished I was the one kissing your face though. But you donāt need to know that. Not yet.
ā...Itās cool, thatās what I tell āemĀ
No rules in breakable heavenĀ
But ohh, whoa, oh
Itās a cruel summer
With youā¦ā
Giggling over people asking if I have feelings for you. Is it that obvious? How can they tell? Is it because of the way I look at you? Is it because of the way I talk so passionately about you and the times weāve spent together? Is it because of the way my face lights up even if I just hear your name? Oh noā¦Is it obvious to you? I hope not. I want you to find out when I tell you all about it. Please, I hope you donāt figure it out and discover the little secret Iāve been hiding from you.
ā...Iām drunk in the back of the car
And I cried like a baby coming home from the barā¦ā
I sobbed when I overheard that you like someone, my feelings spilling all over the place. My eyes are swollen and red as I thought of the chance of it being me was very slim, but never zero, right? Oh gosh, my heart aches, yearning for your words of comfort, as I sobbed on your shoulder. Oh, how I wish you were here with me to tell me how you love me the same way I love you. But you arenāt. And I hate that. But itās like the gods heard from their palace as you came knocking on my door.Ā
Ā I wiped the salty tears off my face, I looked at the mirror and frowned. I look terrible but that doesnāt matter, youāre waiting for me. I opened the door and put on a smile. āAre you alright?ā, you asked.
ā...Said āIām fineā, but it wasnāt trueā¦ā
I lied. I never lie to you. I never want to. Was I scared to admit that I cried because of the thought of you loving someone else? Or was I scared to ruin what we had?Ā
ā...I donāt want to keep secrets just to keep you
And I snuck in through the garden gateĀ
Every night that summer just to seal my fateā¦ā
This is probably the last time Iāll ever sneak out just to see you. Itās now or never. The longer I wait and pray, the more painful it is to yearn for your love. I canāt keep this away from you any longer. Itās time for you to know.
ā...And I screamed for whatever itās worth
āI love youā, aināt that the worst thing you ever heard?
He looks up grinning like a devilā¦ā
I did it. Iāve confessed my love to you - well, more like screamed my love to you. I was expecting a broken heart but my eyes widened as I looked up only to see you smiling with loving eyes at me. My heart dropped but in a good way. I reached out to you and you pulled me up and wrapped me around your arms. Oh, how cruel has summer been to me.
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"I hope my absence haunts you - Revenge: The Sixth Stage of Grief" - A Flash Fiction
whoops I forgot to post yesterday oopsies... Here you go, hope you enjoy!!!
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Heartbroken and hated once again for what seems to be the umpteenth time. When will I ever have my happy ending?Ā
First Stage - Denial:
As they left me, I canāt help but wonder where did I ever go wrong. What am I lacking in? Am I not attractive enough? Am I not smart enough? Am I not loving enough? Where in the world could it have gone wrong?
I cry myself to sleep night after night, blaming myself for something I couldāve prevented if I was only good enough for them. I watch them as they smile the next day and ignore my presence as if we never had something.Ā
Please tell me this isnāt real, I love them wholeheartedly! I canāt do this, I canāt accept this. There has to be a way to fix this, right? No, no, please no. This canāt be happening, not when I finally opened up to them fully to love them.Ā
Gosh, please donāt do this to me. Why must our fate be like this? This is unacceptable. We were perfect for each otherā¦.were perfect for each otherā¦
Oh, how love is such a wonderful feeling but how can it be so cruel?
Second Stage - Anger:
Whatever. They lost me anyway. Itās their loss, not mine. If I couldāve lived just fine before I met them, then I can do it again. Itās not like theyāre the oxygen I need to breathe. Just forget about them, easy as that.
Why did they even decide to end things with me anyway? I have the qualities theyāre looking for so why lose me and not fight for me? After everything I did for them, is this how they repay me? How dare they do such a thing! I gave them nothing but my love and affection and they bring me this? Outrageous I say!
How infuriating, not long after our separation, theyāre already looking for another to love and care for them. Ha, so they just wanted to replace me, how ungrateful of them. I treated them as if they were the most precious thing that ever came to my life yet all theyāve ever done is make me feel hopeless and guilty of not being enough for them. Turns out I wasnāt enough for them, I was way out of their league, they couldnāt handle all of me. What a weakling.
Why did I even decide to stoop down to their level to love them only to be stabbed harshly in the back? I loved them for who they were, even if they were good or bad, I still loved them regardless. Did I hit my head too hard? Goodness, why did I do such a thing?
Itās okay, itās all in the past now. Iām okay. Life is okay. I have no choice but to continue with life...right?Ā
Third Stage - Bargaining:
What if I slowly make my way back into their life and eventually go back to how we were? They wonāt expect that, right? ā¦ Am I crazy? Am I willing to go that far for them? Maybeā¦
Canāt the world give me a sign and tell me this is only temporary? Relationships are like rollercoasters, it has their ups and downs, what if this will only lead to us being happier? Please tell me this is just a nightmare, I hope I wake up in their arms only to realize that it was all just a bad dream.
I promise to the universe that Iāll stop asking for more, so please just let us be together again. I donāt want us to be apart, we were made for each otherā¦Iām getting desperateā¦
Fourth Stage - Depression:
Will I ever experience love like that ever again? I donāt think that will ever happen to me againā¦I feel so emptyā¦I feel so unloved. Am I unlovable? Is that why they left me? Whatās the point of living if Iām unhappy?
I want to rip myself open and scream at myself for never being enough for anyone. If they left me, does that mean everyone else will leave me too? Gosh, why donāt I end my life right here, right now?Ā
Theyāre never coming back, why would they even come back after seeing me being so immature, so unlovable? I donāt blame them for hating me, Iām the worst after all.Ā
Fifth Stage - Acceptance:
People come and go, itās not like our separation is the end of the world, itās a simple break-up. I can cry - I already did, but that shouldnāt stop me from living. Iām living for myself and not for them. Like I said before, āItās not like theyāre the oxygen I need to breatheā, I can live without them once and I can do it again, I just need time to heal.
We werenāt made for each other, I can understand that. But I canāt help but think about how they left me so abruptly and found someone new so quickly. How could they do such a thing? Iām here still sobbing and thinking about them while theyāre over there wanting to kiss someone else.Ā
Sixth Stage - Revenge:
Oh, wait ātil I show them what theyāre truly missing out on. Itās their loss and not mine. They chose to leave me behind as if I wasnāt the best thing they couldāve ever gotten in their life. No offense to their new love interest, but I am far better than them, I have so many traits, talents, and skills they donāt have to the point it seems so sad that they lowered their standards to want to be with someone like them.
Iāll show them what they lost, Iāll show them what theyāll never have ever again. I will never let them see me suffer while theyāre out and being happy. Itās not fair that they found someone new just like that, oh, Iāll show them. I hope my absence haunts you.
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This is probably one of my favorite works and I'm really proud of it but I'm sad that I made it a flash fiction so I can't really go into detail about how it would play out but maybe next time!!
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"Relapse" - A Flash Fiction
3rd flash fiction I'll be posting here YIPEEEE!!! I hope you guys enjoy!!! I already cross-published this on Ao3!!
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Relapse, falling back to a worse state after a change for the better. How I dread getting relapses after being reminded of memories I desperately pushed away. As much as I would thank those memories for teaching me a thing or two, I would never miss the emotions I had to go through when I was in the moment.
After I thought I moved on and became a better person, something in this world had to remind me of the memories I had to once go through. Whether it would be a good or bad memory, it still hurts.Ā
But what hurts the most is when I go back to the memories I had with you. No matter how painful it was when it happened or even just thinking about it, I still wish I was still with you, is it wrong for me to feel this way?
Iām good with where I stand in life as of now. Life has been good for me, studies have been going well for me. Iāve spent more time with my family and friends and Iāve gotten more closer to them. I also have been focusing on myself more, learning how to love myself even with my flaws, and Iāve been taking care of myself as well. But if I were to be honest,...
Ā I kinda wish you were still here with me right now.Ā
Life has been great for me, but I canāt help but miss you from time to time. Our relationship may not have been the best Iāve had, but you were definitely someone I wanted to spend time with over and over again.
No, stop that. āIām better off without you,ā I tell myself.
I donāt need you and I definitely donāt ever want you back in my life ever again. Why would I want you back after everything youāve put me through? I would be insane if I did want you back.Ā
Yetā¦Why do I still yearn for your presence? Why do I still wonder what youāre up to? Why do I still wonder whatās on your mind? Why? Have I not fully moved on? I donāt want you back but I also want to spend more time with you, that sounds crazy, doesnāt it?Ā
Youāre not the only one I missā¦I miss my old batchmatesā¦my old friendsā¦I miss our old games, our inside jokes, our moments, our everything. I wish I could go back in time, relive the times we all shared together, and cherish it, but I canāt, thatās impossible.Ā
As much as I want to be reunited with them again, I know things will be different. Weāve all grown older and more mature, we probably wonāt be as chaotic as we used to be. I miss the chaos we would always brew.
Man, why canāt I stop thinking about them? Iāve grown to be a better person without them, Iāve changed a lot ever since I went my separate way. Butā¦everywhere I goā¦Iām reminded of them, all of them.Ā
Itās like for a moment Iām on top of the world, then in the next moment, Iām being dragged down by heavy chains - those heavy chains being the memories I desperately tried to forget. Why canāt I just forget all about them?
Every time Iām reminded of them, the memories flash before my eyes, my chest feeling heavier like never before. Why am I being reminded of all the things Iāve been through? Is this how the world is mocking me? The whole world is probably laughing at me for wanting to forget the past instead of reflecting on it, how cowardly of me.
ā¦Or maybe itās the worldās sign, telling me to face those memories head-on instead of running away from it. Should I really be doing that? Wouldnāt that hurt so much if I did so? But then againā¦would it put an end to all the relapses that occur to me? I hope soā¦
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"What did I do wrong?" - A flash fiction
Two posts in a row?!?!?!? I'm pretty sure I'll be posting daily for a week and then ghost Tumblr until I have a new one finished because I already have a bit in store but I'm having author's block atm!! I hope you'll enjoy this just as much as my first one, and if you haven't seen it then go check it out!!!
Warning: MENTIONS OF ATTEMPTED SUICIDE AND SELF-HARM. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!!!
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How many hours has it been? How many hours have passed ever since I've promised myself the slumber I crave and longed for?Ā
This is the umpteenth time where I sit at the edge of my bed, staring into nothingness as I drown in my thoughts. Ever since āthatā happened, I have been having trouble sleeping, 'I probably have insomnia' I chuckled to myself. The silence is deafening in my ears but it comforts me as I battle my own thoughts.Ā
Where did I go wrong? Why did that happen? Could I have been better? WHY didn't I expect THAT? WHY didn't I CONTROL IT? WHAT DID I DO WRONG?Ā
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āCalm down, please.' How pathetic, I'm begging myself to calm down? Unbelievable. I bit my tongue, stopping the tears in my eyes before it fell.Ā
Gosh, it really is something else when you're forcing yourself not to cry, telling yourself that everything is okay when it isn't. This has to be one of the worst feelings mankind has to go through.
Can this please stop? I don't want this to continue anymore. I want to sleep, I'm tired but I'm wide awake, I don't feel like sleeping but I know I need it. Butā¦
How do I even stop my own thoughts? How do I stop āthatā from playing in my head over and over and over again?Ā
...Ā
I have to stop myself from doing that, don't I? So, how do I stop myself?Ā
...Ā
What if I grab something sharp and...Ā
āstopā myself?...
Oh, my wrists look really pretty right now. It could use a few slits to make it even prettier, watching the blood seep through the open wound and drop unto the cold hard floor andā¦
No.Ā
What am I doing? Thinking of ending my life because of a minor inconvenience?
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I really need to stop, but this isn't the first time I've had thoughts like these or had similar situations like this. This isn't the first I've thought about cutting myself open and leaving myself to bleed. This certainly is the first time I stopped myself from doing so. New Achievement Unlocked!Ā
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Why am I like this? Is this why āthatā happened? I wouldn't be surprised if this is why that happened.
Sighing to myself, I got up and went to grab a glass of water, quenching my thirst. Placing the glass on top of the coaster, I once again stare into the abyss.Ā
What am I doing with my life? I'm a failure, aren't I? Will I ever do anything right? Will I ever make myself proud? Will I ever make āthemā proud?
Thinking about all of this makes my head throb. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I exhale deeply, trying to collect myself.
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I canāt sleep like this. I feel restless. I want to sleep, I know I need sleep, but I just canāt. So do I just sit here and suffer alone with thousands of thoughts running through my head every second?
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How many times do I have to spend my night like this? How many times do I have the same conversation with myself? I canāt let this continue.Ā
Something has to change. I have to change for the better.Ā
It has to.
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I'll be posting another one tomorrow!!! Stay tuned!!
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"Escapism" - A flash fiction
Hii!! This is my first flash fiction I'll be posting on Tumblr!! Thank you for stopping to read my work, it means a lot hehe :3
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I have always loved romance, but when I was given a chance to experience it, it never stuck around for long. Iāve loved someone but they only wanted me for their desires, Iāve loved someone but they left me, Iāve loved someone but the love wasnāt mutual, Iāve loved someone but it faded. After all the people Iāve loved, Iād always end up heartbroken, always left alone with nothing but a runny nose and a drenched pillow with my tears.Ā
In our modern society, Iāve always thought, āIs romance still alive? Is love nothing but desires and money?ā, I honestly donāt know whatās considered whatās right and not anymore at this time and age.Ā
Recently, Iāve gotten into reading books, that mostly revolve around romance, my friend recommended me and I got hooked. Iāve honestly started reading because I was still heartbroken at that time, a fresh wound in my heart that pained me too much to the point I couldnāt even bring myself to properly do my daily routine, I just got out of a romantic relationship with someoneā¦againā¦I needed a distraction to hide the pain so I started reading.
I read and read, drowning my sorrows in books, hoping it would go away, I probably already have a pile of romance books sitting somewhere in my apartment. I sighed as I closed the book I was just reading, and I felt my heart ache for the umpteenth time today. āI canāt believe I miss themā¦What am I doing? They left me for anotherā¦I should move onā¦ā I shake off my thoughts, messing with my hair in frustration.Ā
Why does love have to be complicated? Why does love seem so beautiful but hurts so bad? Itās like a roseā¦A beautiful flower but can hurt you with its thornsā¦Is love even for me? Am I supposed to fall in love and experience its beauty?... Is there even anyone who would love me for who I am without the influence of this twisted society?
I feel tears starting to form in my eyes, I try to cheer myself up, shaking off those deep thoughtsā¦ āI canāt cry againā¦Iāve shed too many tears alreadyā¦I canāt afford to waste anymoreā¦Iām practically wasting my own timeā¦ā. I got up from my seat, getting water to quench my thirst as I pulled out my phone, and started scrolling through social media, wanting to be updated with the world, even though it may be cruel and harsh, I still care about it. I scrolled and scrolled until I stopped, seeing one of my exes getting married, another newlywed couple, they found someone newā¦I stop and stare at the newlywed couple, feeling jealous as I immediately regret scrolling through social media.
āAnother happy coupleā¦happily married huhā¦When is it my turn to have that? When will that be ever me with someone?... Why is everyone falling in love while Iāmā¦ falling behind?ā I sighed as I turned my phone off not wanting to go through it any further, placing it on the countertop as I sat and stared off into nothingness, reflecting on all the relationships Iāve been in.Ā
Am I too much? Too little? What am I lacking? Am I not good enough?Ā
This is so frustrating, how do people even do this?ā¦
My eyes subconsciously diverted their attention to the book Iād been reading. Iāve read the book many times already yet I still always go back to itā¦I donāt know why, I canāt recall any reason that could explain why I keep going back to it. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion, not understanding why I kept reading it over and over again even though itās not even one of my favorite books Iāve read. The plot is nice but itās not my all-time favorite. Is it the characters?... I mean the characters are really interesting, especially the male protagonistā¦Ā
The male protagonistā¦I mean he is really sweet and a nice person in general, he would do anything to protect his loved ones, heās kind of cute tooā¦Waitā¦Him? Cute? Heās not real, I donāt even know what he looks like apart from the description given by the author yetā¦I find him cute?... Do I have a crush on him or something? Iām in disbelief, not believing that I have a crush on a fictional character.
I stood up and went to pick up the book, observing it. I couldnāt help but smile as I skimmed through the book as I stopped and realizedā¦
I do like himā¦ I do have a crush on a fictional character.Ā
As concerning as it may sound, I donāt mind.Ā
A fictional character canāt hurt me, it canāt reject me, abandon me, or even leave me. I donāt even have to worry about getting heartbroken by a fictional character becauseā¦itās fictionalā¦ouch. Is this who I am now? A person in love with a fictional character? Surely Iām not the only oneā¦right?Ā
To be honestā¦this is better than getting hurt almost always. This is better than facing the harsh and cruel reality, it may sound like Iām a coward running away but I need a break from all these heartbreaks, and if it means falling in love with someone I canāt have then so be it.Ā
Iād rather be happy because of my delusions instead of moping around feeling so depressed because of reality.
Call me crazy, delusional, mentally ill, I donāt care. Iād rather escape reality through these books than be hurt by the harsh reality. We all have our ways of being happy and feeling loved, this is mine and if people donāt like it, so be it, thatās not going to stop me from doing what I want.Ā
āThese books help me escape reality.ā
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I hope you guys like what I wrote!! This was the very first flash fiction I wrote :D
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