daybreak
ROXASNAMINE
The sun crept up into the sky, but I paid it no heed. I wasn't interested in the brilliant colors that were painted across it in a mix of blacks, oranges, and blues as the first light shined across the palm tree tops. I kept my eyes on the road in front of me as my fingers shook on the steering wheel. Even a picturesque morning like this couldn't help me feel any better.
I occasionally glanced down at my phone, hoping that maybe in the few seconds between each glance he might have called me. He hadn't, and I knew that he wouldn't. It was a false hope I was clinging onto in hopes that maybe he'd had a change in heart midway through vanishing on me.
I was going home to an empty apartment, knowing that you wouldn't be there anymore. I didn't want to go back; that place was too full of memories that I wanted to leave behind in some dark corner to never see again. It was like his presence lingered in the air, and nothing could make it go away.
Memories of him were flashing in my mind like old reels of broken videos that hadn't been touched in ages. I remember giggling as he lay next to me, his voice sounding like angel as he sang to me in a language I didn't understand. Even if he was singing to insult me I wouldn't have been able to tell, but at least it sounded beautiful. He gave me a look that made my heart melt with every second I looked at him.
He'd won over my heart without even trying.
The rain drizzled as I stepped outside of my car, and I could feel my blonde hair slowly dampening as the rain grew stronger. I had danced with him the rain once, and we laughed and smiled like we had only wanted each other. He'd been a joke from the beginning though. Even though I know now that I meant nothing to him, part of me still can't forget him no matter how long I try to erase him from my mind.
It was like everywhere I went had some kind of memory attached to him. He'd told me that he wouldn't ever forget me, that he loved me. He'd lied though. After all we'd been through, he just got up and left like it was a natural thing to do. I'd done everything to make him happy, and yet he didn't give a second thought to how I felt.
I slowly pushed up the door to my apartment, and it was like a ghost of him was stalking me as I walked around my house. It wasn't making it easier to let him go when it felt like he was still right there with me. His very name echoed off the walls, and it felt like his fingertips were brushing across my face, telling me that he'd missed me while I was gone.
I walked into my room, burying my head into my pillow as I plopped down in my bed. I'd known from the second I'd heard his name, and the second I saw his smile, he'd hurt me more then anyone else in the world.
Here I was, wondering over some stupid boy, as he continued on without a care.
I could kill myself right now, and not regret a thing but being with him. I couldn't get him out of my mind, and it was driving me crazy. No matter where I was or what I was doing, I was always thinking of him. Thinking of everything to do with him.
I couldn't live like this.
Goodbye, my almost lover.
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His phone was ringing.
"Hello, Mr... Roxas... Penton?"
"Speaking," he responded as he walked along the sidewalk towards his new house. It was beautiful, sitting right along the coast overlooking the vast ocean. He was tired of the city, and everything in the city. He didn't want anything to do with it.
"Do you know who Ms... Naminé Besta is?"
"Yes, why?"
"She was just found dead with a suicide note. Your name was in it."
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I've been listening to "Almost Lover" by A Fine Frenzy for the past 92384739287 minutes.
Inspired from that song
Sorry for the angst ;-;
ENTRY FOUR!
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