The morning after.

What do you do when you wake up one morning only to realize your nightmare wasn’t actually a nightmare? It actually is reality, the bitter truth. Waking up to that, stings. Every bone within you formulates questions. Questions that make you wonder if what you have always believed in even holds? Do they even hold any truth? Partial truth at the very least? Or do they just stem from sketches of your own make-belief reality? Of love and life. If maybe you might have been wrong in being so gullible and accepting things at surface level.  That sometimes even the nice turn bad. You just chose to believe otherwise. You chose to see the good in people that you turn a blind eye to underlying issues that need to be fixed. What do you do when your fundamentals get shaken? What do you when walking away crosses your mind? When your rock, your constant, deserts you?

I run.


Walking away.

She faded into oblivion knowing he would choose the other. So, she decided to walk away even before he actually spoke his mind, if at all. He was used to being indecisive. In anything and everything that required decision making, he was used to conveniently putting the burden on another and getting the easy way out. This matter was no different.

Despite the fact that there used to be a time, he was the anchor of the relationship holding them down. He kept fighting for them to be together despite the odds. On some nights it weighed him down heavier than the others. Yet when morning came, he was back to being the fighter he was.

But now, all she holds within her are the figments of their distant past. The boy she fell in love with was no longer to be found; or was he just hidden beneath the exterior he shows right now. She walked away wondering.