At times, when we are forced to accept the choices that are out of reach to change. And there are times when the choices we want do not exist.
Even though it may be something important to us.
"Dad, can we all just stay together?" I asked Dad, who was barely smiling and his eyes were on Mom. The atmosphere was tense, feels like I could barely breathe. Piles of papers were on the table, and that's what Mom been looking at. Not Dad.
"No", just one word that came out from my dad's mouth. Felt like everything had shattered into pieces. My hope, that is. Despair, hatred, hopelessness began to pile up inside me. But, why? Why c
At times, when we are forced to accept the choices that are out of reach to change. And there are times when the choices we want do not exist.
Even though it may be something important to us.
"Dad, can we all just stay together?" I asked Dad, who was barely smiling and his eyes were on Mom. The atmosphere was tense, feels like I could barely breathe. Piles of papers were on the table, and that's what Mom been looking at. Not Dad.
"No", just one word that came out from my dad's mouth. Felt like everything had shattered into pieces. My hope, that is. Despair, hatred, hopelessness began to pile up inside me. But, why? Why c
I opened my eyes, shook my hand, only to notice it was cuffed. Later, I saw a bulb, with orange-red light flooding the table in front of me. The table was triangular. Besides me, there were two other men, also in army clothes, cuffed, and sat on a chair, but the only difference was they were not conscious.
The light was not enough for me to notice the other detail aside from the blurred image transcending in my eyes, no matter how many times I squinted. Suddenly, a voice, robotic, like a programmed script to a computer, boomed in a rusty speaker, on the table.
“Let’s play a game”
The voice woke two men in front of me. S
How to love a girl who can't love herself. by lupus-astra, literature
Literature
How to love a girl who can't love herself.
one.
When she cries herself to sleep
six out of seven nights a week you must
say nothing. You must simply take
her in your arms and kiss her gaunt,
pale cheeks and wait for her to
slumber at the sound of your heart.
two.
On the days where she wishes she
were part of the stars, tell her
no. Tell her that there are too many
lights in the sky and that just one
would be forgotten the moment you looked
away from it. Tell her that she is perfect
the way she is: completely human.
three.
Don't let her think about the scars
that no one but her can see. If she
says
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