I tucked my legs into my chest and hid myself in a corner of a vacant building. I didn’t know why I felt so scared. The window in the dark room was only slightly open, but it was enough to make my hair fly. For once in my life, I could experience silence. There was no fighting, there was no noise and there was no him.
I tried to relax but my body remained tensed. I started to feel as if I was losing control of myself. I shut my eyes and went into deep thought. He had once loved me. Hadn’t he? The curtains swished from side to side, almost like they wanted to symbolise our rocky relationship.
“I love you,” he had whispered that very day. I had felt excruciating pain momentarily. For so many months I had tried to deny him, I had tried to think that he would never love me, but those words had put everything in place.
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