el

ice cream and eat a mouthful of it. I

t I've braided from the front and tied in the back w

ith sprinkles on the to

can't be

my veins freezes into ic

of me stills like I've been turned into a statue. With the cement creeping up

body almost escapes when I hear that fam

agile heart, scattered its millions of pieces, and then cruelly stomped onto them. And if that wasn't

begins to resurface. The pain, the longing, the desperation, and ever

om ten years ago standi

s the fault of the ice cream's divine taste that I'm hallucin

ed face sprouts another series of fireworks o

feeling and act like I'

don't know how, but somehow I f

a golden glint dawning from the fairy lights draped over the a

years pretending I don't exist. I'm s

ce turns grim and forl

e, his eyes, his face, his everything screams the past in my ears. The past I've thrown in the ocean with no X mark. So I can never go on a sea

nterested." My throat is cl

y organ that suffered the most in the t

me of how much charm it carries. It's a smile that make

rection, but I immediately s

The person you knew. The person you broke. I'm di

d the lump stuck in my

He murmurs a

recoiling when he addresses me by my name. The sound that used to caus

heart to without him knowing. The guy who still holds my heart and doesn't know it

I drink in th

and analyze how time has

en more majestic. The low depressions in his cheeks give him such a cut,

s beautiful as the last time

color, yet lurk with intense darkness and edge. Ironically whenever they met with mine, all of t

trangers who have a past t

. The sight of them alone makes you wanna commit sin and not feel ashamed later, becau

pockets of his black slacks, he introduces the idea

ou possibly have to say t

ucent white dress shirt and black jacket tenses at

of pain shoots through me accompanied by misery, and my