100 Shades of Life

Chapter 1: My birthday!

Flashback:

"It doesn't matter much Hilary if I forget your birthday!" Tyson said casually as he stood lazily leaning against the brown woody wall with his hand on head at the back, fingers intertwined.

"W-what?" The brunette sighed in whisper. She was wearing her orange jacket and jeans denims; her hairs were grown a little long with curls at the end that covered the lateral sides of her face.

"Now, don't be a kid and stop shouting over me! Let's get out of here, this place is fucking cramped!" he said carelessly, staring at the ceiling and not even meaning his words.

She swallowed. Her eyes that were nestled beneath her hair got dark and filled and they rolled themselves traversing across her cheeks. She bent her head down so that her curls protect her. Her hands were clutched into fists and she closed her eyes tightly facing the ground. Her ears seemed to redden and she breathed in heavily, careful not to sob there.

He wasn't looking at her exactly but pondering about something completely unrelated and was in pure unaware of state of his friend. Silence occupied them slowly. However, slowly but believingly, came a sob, a second lasting but had a strong effect on ears. She felt speechless though she had so much to say and she couldn't say anything. She turned and starting walking away from the dojo. His friends watched both of them, and felt a little shocked and guilty.

She strode out; she could sense the mere breeze would freeze her if she didn't wrap herself in a blanket. She felt her body growing weak, the tears that were now falling freely on the thick layer of snow that was smothered everywhere. Grateful that it wasn't snowing presently, she sighed. Her nose had turned red and was starting to get blocked. She was breathing with her mouth, and her throat seemed dried and cracked a bit. She couldn't just stop to sob but she just couldn't believe what was happening that even 'she' was the least preferred for him that even her birthday wasn't important for him.

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She was running through the dark, street lighted streets and lonely streets, seeming abandoned, and reason being the snow. She could feel the bottle green bushes wildly rustling when she just passed by them. She sobbed with her eyes closed until she crashed into someone.

Flash Forward:

But that sobs weren't that intense as her current quietness and the state of insomnia that she was undergoing now, she had her perhaps lacrimal glands fatigued out of crying and now…the tears wouldn't simply come out. She ate less, had become thin, pale, yet the shine in her eyes has retained. She placed her elbows on the balcony wall and her eyes blinked slowly and she breathed voluntarily from her mouth to avoid the much inside pain- such was her condition. She was lost in her past, thinking about everything that had happened and wondering if she could run back, run back in time , run back in time and save him, bring him back, live with him, be with him,. See him, hear him, love him, do everything she had longed.

There was a knock.

She was broken from her chain of thoughts and turned to open the door. She unlocked the door from inside and slowly pulled it.

"Hi Hilary! How are you feeling?" a blonde haired, electrical blue eyed friend appeared, Max Tate.

She faked smiled and gave him the way to enter. She didn't sit but simply stood though she had been standing since two hours and her feet had become numb but simply she refused to sit. Max sat down on a small couch colored blue, matching his eyes. Before he could talk of anything, he saw her eyes lost and her mind dwelling in the past. He sighed and looked at her trying to read of what she was thinking.

I miss you more than you know. Do you miss me the same way? Why do you made my life so addicted to you? Now you tell me that thing, give me that thing to learn, to learn to live without you.

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I hope that's a very suspenseful start! Lol, for whatever you thought, tell me that in review!