Gentle water runs down, conceiling them before anyone can notice. but lying there, darkness engulfing the room, there is nothing to keep them from being seen. silently, they arrive, without warning they spread like wildfire, he is silent. he makes no noise and allows them to continue, time slowly ticking away at the darkness in the room. tears glide down silently leaving scarred tracks down a warm cheek. he makes no noise, laying silently thinkin of what he'd jus done, of how he had been mistaken, of what he had lost.
Normally he does not cry, it does not matter to him, he has no simpathy for such small matters in life, its a game.She, however, was something else, he knew from the begenning that she was different. how he'd done her wrong,he lay awake wondering what it was about the situation that bothered him so much, he lied every day without care, it was natural, a defense mechanism he'd acquired a long time ago, but this wasnt defense.
Two deep stains collect on his pillow as the tears flow freely, he'd never cried over someone and it was a strange feeling. he missed talkin to her, missed her voice, missed her smile, her laugh, he missed everything about her. in the end he knew it was best, his heart told him so, he let the tears come because they needed to, they cut into his cold skin as they slid down slow and gentle. he was sad and pain filled his chest, he knew she did not want it, but he was convinced it was right, he felt sorrow and anger at the dawning notion he had drawn, all the pain he went through amplified by the simple answer to the terrible truth he had layed before him, he was in love.
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