No matter how much she runs, Laura is stuck in an endless loop of her past. With a transfer of school and a curly-haired boy who seems to be wherever she goes, it's a matter of time she realizes that her universe ceases at the sight of him-and runni...
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ACCORDING TO THE INTERNET, the steps for forgetting something were tedious and all-too planned.They included things like making a wise decision of letting go, expressing your pain, putting a stop on being the victim, and most of all, focusing on the present. It was simply comical, the way it seemed as though the task was sunshine and rainbows—jotted down on a sheet of paper like everything could be as tangible as it seemed.
The internet did give the worst advice.
If there were to ever be a book written about me, three things were crystal clear: I over thought about overthinking itself—an art completely jobless people only succumbed to; my people pleasing trait sometimes made me throw my self-respect out of the window; and my anxiety either tied back to binge eating on sugary food, or losing all appetite.
There were debates and internal battles forever going on in my head—like a plague with no end and only destruction of peace. Six months ago, the bedlam was quiet, not roaring like the mighty sea. But with the incident and horrific happenings, the ocean drowned me with vigour until all I had gotten accustomed to was consuming bulks of water in place of air. A part of me was drowning to a point that revival was not possible, and the past trapped me like a four-walled coal room filled with nothing but poison. But something in my brain told me to not stop fighting—even when I had never learnt how to swim.
And so, I didn't.
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The atmosphere was delightful.
The air was damp, with the scent of petrichor lining the air due to the rain that poured throughout the evening. Rain could keep me going—almost like a sort of glue, filling in and keeping the cracks together until the makeshift solution broke down. I tried not to focus on the future but rather the present when I strolled through the streets at night, and the temporary happiness spread through my chest like a growing forest-fire.
The nature was wondrous, tempestuous, and mercurial. It withheld as much power to save a dying flower from its doom, and yet could destroy it during the brightest of its days. There was incessant thunder and storm lined up in the sky when it smiled pearly rays of the sun, and maybe that was what humans were made of, too: violent scarlet in the veins, head in clouds and grins on their cursed mouths.
It is what makes them human.
And while the thoughts had lasted and made me saunter right back to the City Park, I was not alone.
I had mixed feelings about this meet-up.
He was already turned around, eyes round and grin plastered. Evan looked different—seemed different—in the glow of moonlight, and maybe it was because of my sleep deprivation, or simply because it accented his already charming features.
"I've been expecting you, midnight buddy."
I rolled my eyes, even though the sentence sounded very dirty. "How dramatic of you."
