She lay tormented in her bed. Again.
The only voice in the room were the sniffs she was trying hard to muffle,
Lest, her younger sister might wake up.
It was him again.
Just a few minutes ago she had cribbed about the situation to her best friend hoping it will remove some weight off her heavy heart.
But he just never left her head.
A tear escaped her eyes and she cried harder, relishing the memory of his soft lips on her, claiming her as his, promising to be forever hers.
And lo! How easy was it for him to let his words slip so meaninglessly.
To take what he wanted and walk off effortlessly.
Why was she drowned so deep in his love that she had forgotten herself.
She had forgotten how strong she was.
She had forgotten her worth.
He was like a breath to her.
He was craved deep in her soul.
He had scarred her hard.
But for him, she was just a phase.
A phase that would pass away soon,
that he was certain of.
A phase he would happily let go.
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