can you guess what song i listened to while writing this. I bet you can't. This is a drabble.
Pokemernz isn't mind.
"And time is taking it's sweet time erasing you." - Sad Beautiful Tragic - Taylor Swift; Red.
The white dress flows and flows as the train breezes by, and she's staring into his eyes as he leaves for a bigger and brighter city, out of this town.
He can't deal with her anymore.
She's kissed him time and time again, but he won't listen, won't try to fix it. And every time she dreams of him, she instantly wants to cry, because she wants to be with him, like she does in her dreams, and they have those beautiful conversations.
But words mean so little, and she's just an artificial sweetener, his real sugar is waiting somewhere she cannot be, his real sugar is someone she cannot be.
It was all an affair to realize how much he loved his real sugar. And piles and piles of tears build up, because she really really fucking loved him so much, and all he did was pull her to pieces.
All he did was rip her heart out.
No big deal, right? Wrong.
Sure, it's a big deal, but she'll be fine eventually. She'll get over him. Possibly.
But she knows that when he looks somewhere, he will see her big eyes staring at him, the dresses that she wears flowing, and her innocent smile.
(Oh, and he does, every day and every night, even when he is holding his sugar in his arms.)
She wants to follow him, but it's too late, because he writes her a long, handwritten note, in the beautiful cursive he writes in.
He's married, he writes. Tells her he's sorry and had she come to him in the city, he would've went away with her.