I am there, alone. For once, it is not you inhabiting my thoughts, but an English project, which I am editing for someone. As usual, it contains nothing interesting at all, but, under our teacher's direction, has eight pages of it. I am skimming through it, checking a word here and there, when…
"Cynthia, I know exactly how you feel. You have just—
A cold chill runs through my body as I read the sentence. I think, can you read my mind? That is what they always say. I know how you feel, why don't you talk about it, max, I understand. It's O.K. to cry.
And I think, No, no, of course it isn't. If it was, why would you be doing this to me? If it was okay to cry, no one would be there to tell you that you had to get over it. No one would smile, and tell you to have a good outlook on life.
And if they understood would they ask? Why would they make me talk, when all I want to do is slip into an unending darkness?
It is because they do not understand. How could they possibly do so, when they have never felt my pain, never heard the diamond-hard words you spoke? Why do they think that you did not mean them, when the force behind those syllables took every eon of your soul?
They have never known, they never will. They can only pretend, and believe that they have filled the broken vial that is my soul.
This is also rather short. I apologize, but I am putting them out reasonably fast…I think…
Chibi Amo: Um…did you just review only the first and second chapter? I apologize if I hadn't noticed you before…no idea how that could have happened, though…Thankees anyway!
twincharm: Really, this chapter? It's one of the less freaky, I think…I guess we all have different experiences, though. I'm sorry about the length…I will do a large chapter soon, I promise! And thank you! Max's dark side is intriguing? Ooh…Just wondering, but are you a Kai fan by any chance?
Rising Pheonix: Thank you! You feel like that sometimes? That's bad… Thankees again!
Isil Maxfan: Awesome! I'll read it soon…Max fics are GOOD!