enigmatic1872

To my love, who broke my heart,and to my heart, that still hopes of his love."As I stand at the edge of adulthood,And create another present to live,I feel your presence, flickering,And my greedy attempt of reliving.You tore the remains of me, to shreds,And yet, it is my heart that begs,My words that sing, my thoughts that recollect, it's me- And you, my love, my favourite regret,Who owns your lonely heart? The established liar? Or another sunflower?"Yours always,Dreamer.P.s I'm here. I'm here for you.…

enigmatic1872

I watched, as he raised his gun at me. No, it was aimed at my heart, the very temple that worshipped him. I stood fearless and matched his gaze. Except mine were full of sympathy and his with betrayal. My life didn't flash in front, neither did my heart skip a beat, as though it knew, from the very beginning, it would either belong to him or it just wouldn't beat. Time did slow down for me, every second I burned under his hatred it did feel like a forever. Unfortunately, it didn't last long enough to calm him. I didn't move. And so the trigger was pulled and the wretched bullet met its destination.Read more to find out!Note- this story isn't perfect, it may have flaws, plots that you may feel don't make sense. But I promise, if you sit tight, and join in on this rollercoaster ride of emotions you won't regret it.I appreciate and welcome any suggestions, constructive criticism and compliments. Thank you for reading this far, I really hope to find you in the comments.💙Like and share guys. Kindness is free😅…