Poor little thing, Astral-so naive, so loving, so broken...
She was so sure she had moved on, she had forgotten him, she had ovecome her feelings and her broken heart...yet, the truth was that she didn't.
Last night they met in the bar. Astral- standing next to a bottle of red wine, and Caleb- tightly holding his new beloved girl's hand. A sharp pain appeared in her chest. Just as though someone had stabbed her right in the heart with a dull knife. She felt like drowning in a pool of sorrow...deep as ocean- dark, endless ocean. But she smiled..
Poor little thing, Astral- so alone, so broken..
As she watched them dance, she remembered the last thing Caleb had said to her. It was midnight on the 31st of December...the new begining of the things- New Year's eve. His words echoed in her mind most of the time now. After all how could she forget...
'You know, Astral,' Caleb said, 'Dreams do come true sometimes.', and he smiled at her. 'I have this strange feeling we might end up together someday..' , he continued.
'SHUT UP!' Astral cried, 'I don't want to listen! Please don't!'
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Painfull memory..
Poor little thing, Astral, why couldn't she forget about him. Did she want him so badly? Nah...
Astral- this little creature, experienced more disappointments than anyone should ever..and yet, too young and stubborn to let go.
' At least I have the pain..' she thought. 'I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all. This way I'll know that I still can feel.'
And she smiled..
When she looked up, the dancing couple was still there, kissing this time. 'What a strange thing is imagination? What a weird feeling is hope?' she murmured and drank some of the wine.
She stared at the glass.. The wine-red- just like his lips when bitten; the glass- as gentle, as perfect as his touch..
Astral closed her eyes. She took a deep breath.
Inhale...
Exhale..
'All I have now is wine' , she thought. 'And all I want is him..'
