#moody writes

[cityofruins]

A Story in the Rain Part 2: The Unspoken Pages

The rain had receded into a gentle drizzle the following day, leaving the streets glistening like forgotten memories. I found myself back at the same café, drawn by the same invisible thread that had pulled me in yesterday. They were already there, the notebook open, pen poised as if waiting for the world to tell its secrets. I watched from my usual spot half-curious, half-afraid to disrupt the…

A Story in the Rain Part 2: The Unspoken Pages

[moodypetrichorlove]

except for you. usually, letting go would mean the object you're struggling to hold on to gets the claw marks. but similar to an exception — which is funny because you were my one exception — it's like the laws of the universe don't apply to you. because you... you left the claw marks on me. with every step that you took away from me, away from what could have been. with every excruciating moment of self-doubt i inflicted on myself because even though you said you were not good enough, i had it in my mind that i was the problem, that i was not good enough for you. i was not what you wanted. you were just trying to be kind (trying being the key word). so every single step that you took to walk way, was a step that clawed at my heart, my mind. i'm damaged in places that won't heal, that can't heal. so like an exception, even though you left, and in spite of the fact that you didn't even want to stay, here i am... scarred, and wondering why it could not have been me, while those claw marks still drip hot red blood right out of my chest.