reminisceA Story by shreyawrites
I sit on the cold floor of my sunless room.
Staring at its sepulchral walls, I wonder if you have been reminiscing, like me. I hear a chippering laughter of a girl in the distance. I miss being that girl, so naïve, unworldly. Frail. I trace a finger across the broken skin of my face; my skin feels extrinsic, alien. Maybe it hasn't had your touch in so long that it has forgotten who it really belongs to. I think about the fallen auburn leaves I saw this morning. They reminded me of how I fell for you, and faded. Now the memories of myself are smirched by yours enough to make me forget who I was. All I want now is for people to never love someone to the brink of losing their own hue of gold. ~shreya. © 2016 shreyawrites |
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Added on March 10, 2016 Last Updated on March 10, 2016 |