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  [1] 'It isn't much,' you tried telling yourself in uniform gaps to let the self-assurance seep within your nervous pores.  To even let the sentence trickle from your conscience seemed like a  voluminous potbellied lie. To contradict your ever swirling thoughts, the music was blaring and screeching against the limit of your downsizing endurance. Emerald lights criss-crossed the entire room which seemed to amplify the effect of music. Jean staggered towards you, his not-so-cool steel chain was dangling against his hip in a burlesque fashion. You rolled your eyes and caught his jacket clad arm to support his drunk self. "That was apple drink

  When we were ten years old,  we realized that our age was nearly similar but I was a tad bit older than you. Nevertheless, your mother entrusted the safety of your being onto my arms. You, with your baby blue sweater and the usual affectionate (albeit innocent) touches were the most endearing things I  had ever come across. I don't remember saying sorry to you, but if I could say this once again, I would. I'm sorry I acted so much detached after two months of our first meeting. I don't know why I did that, and not knowing why I did it was the most annoying hurdle I could ever think of.  You were so faultless. When we were fifteen years o

 Patience grave. Alzheimer's!Levi x Reader. There are innumerable qualities in human beings. One fascinatingly questionable trait was being able to perceive emotions, letting them roll into the premise of one's brain and directing one's actions. This trait was known to be produced by the red palpating flesh dubbed as heart. But you knew better. No matter how much your heart wanted your husband to pull a tiny string of remembrance from the palace inside his mind, he couldn't do it. That was when you gave up hope on the silly idea of depending upon your heart for the purpose of fulfilling your glassy-eyed desires.  Many people say, 'Follow you

Ensemble- together You stepped inside the dingy apartment. An eerie blue of the evening blushed the entire furniture. The minimal décor and a light oil painting managed to catch your eye. Ceramic pots of wilted lilies were shoved into a square of the windowsill, apparently the only visible indication of life besides you. The room was symphonized to create a serene ambience. Yet, the tempest inside your congested lane of a mind was amplified by the quietude. You took a deep breath, willed your nervous energy to dilute itself and squared your shoulders only to let them descend deep into their sockets. Dragging your boot clad feet toward

 Words scream, papers fly, secrets revealed and time goes by. Endless hours and it's getting late, only two letters written, reputation at stake. Lazy words blemish the page, a cold shiver making me break. Lamplight burns over my lids, I feel my barricades stripped. Sheets crumble, notebooks torn, emotion spilled and motivation gone. Words die, sentences on repeat, I lull my worries to sleep. This isn't me, I am sharper than this. I can do better and make my words drift. So much tension, so much work. It pushes my insomnia, making it shriek. Pencils sharp, a new page comes forth, scribbling begins and a new world unfolds. I look a

 There is a moment when people lose thrill in their lives and have nothing to do. Everything is so null and void. At that very moment, that speck of time, people start looking deep into the meaning of simple things which, well, weren't meant to be interpreted as if they had a complex constitution. The same was happening to you. "I see....so the author meant to make the readers realize that.....no my statement seems to contradict with this book." You traced the wrinkled spine of the book and straightened the curled up page edges to place it back into the polished bookshelf. "It seems as if I have gone mad...or am turning into an old man," y

 There was a slight comfort in visiting the cemetery. Memories flooded at the back of your mind, an ocean full of drowned ships. Splintered pieces of wood and ripped sails still surging in the heavy wind. Drowned memories which you never bothered, or never wanted to dig up. Every time you tried to venture through that ocean to find melodies of happiness, you would be bleeding because of the sharp edges of the dreadful past. You never wanted to unravel the cause of this pain as it would only drench you into the myriad of thoughts. Consuming you. Absorbing you. Its thick tentacles plunging into your chest mercilessly. It was hard to survive th

 You couldn't recall the exact moment when you stepped inside Jean's shop. Mind occupied somewhere else, you patted your leather jacket to get rid of the raindrops that went slithering down, succumbing to gravity. You still couldn't believe that on Valentine's Day, your boyfriend, Jim, dumped you. You could barely remember a single moment of happiness. All you could remember were the incessant murmurs filling your ears day after day forcing you into a place of giving in to his every wish. Your hands trembled, eyes damp with abhorrence, you swiped them away in aggression. Your memories were on a determined loop, replaying the pain, humiliati

 The clouds rumbled with an ominous sound penetrating the sky. A flash of white light was accompanied by the same sound, its luminosity creating a clear vision  in this ebony night for a second. You felt as if your sins were also stripped bare, glistened by the sheen of rain patting on the ground. Walking down the staircase, you took a gulp of nervousness, saliva running down your throat smoothly, intensifying your hunger for flesh. Human flesh. You tried to calm yourself, 'This is my first hunt. Being nervous is only human. But then, I'm not a human...' Darkness shrouded the entire ward, not even a soul was wandering outside. It was an ad