Dustyhawk :: Broken Mirror

“Don’t go…..”

“Don’t leave me”

“I don’t want to be alone anymore”

He got up from bed, she was just holding on to his trailing bathrobe. He looked to the left where the balcony was, rain was pouring down. God was crying, she was crying and he too was crying deep within his heart. The years that he has been together with her, all those days and seconds.

She had eyes that was swollen from all the crying, she wanted him not to leave her at all. He wanted to leave. She argued with him about everything and anything in the past. Now when push comes to shove, she began to realize how much she love him and how much he means to her. What could she do ? What in the name of the heavens can she do to bring him back ?

As counting each grain of sand at the beach is possible but never practical, so to is the impracticality of Serge talking about work unless it, (1) annoys the shit out of him or (2) it is exciting. Stick to the latter citizens, stick to the latter as he is fueling with bitchery and needs to rant out like a male who just lost his virginity.

Respect, states the following :

esteem for or a sense of the worth or excellence of a person, a personal quality or ability, or something considered as a manifestation of a personal quality or ability