Her, Him, the Past

“Everyone has their own secrets. Lurking inside thoughts, feelings, emotions, often hidden in the past. Left there to be forgotten." "We forget, to remove the guilt, the shame, the sadness, the fear. Secrets are the emotions suppressed. The event doesn't make the secret, it is the fear." "The past is wonderful and ugly at the same time; it is where history and secrets intertwine, hides the unacceptable truth" “one thing fascinating about these visions on objects is that everything is never the good pasts. These visions aren’t happy stuff. They are distasteful histories. Pasts that were filled with guilt. Their ugly truths, it’s as if the objects were the witnesses. funny”   _______________~~~~~_________________     Maybe it was the weather, maybe it was how I forgot to bring my umbrella that day, or maybe it was because of the wrong car keys.   Fate. Destiny. If I were to live, I'd scoff at myself right now. The things I wouldn't believe lead me to this day, the only things I refused to accept are now the things I could blame realizing my state. The feel of a warm liquid cascading on my cheeks, the coldness of the asphalt against my skin, the constant and ringing pain centered on my back. It hurts. I want to scream for help. yet with a desperate try, I can only let out a breath. I want to cry, but tears aren't at the least cooperating. Everything started to become a blur. Then I closed my eyes, I then saw his face, Smiling at me, his huge rough hands on my cheeks. Tears then came down. He betrayed me. It hurts. It hurt. I loved him. I love him. I want to love him more. These words almost became a mantra I held on to the necklace and everything became black.       AUTHOR'S NOTE:   The Names timeline, places, and events are all fiction, but at times may be referenced to similar events and places.   Also, there might be typographical and grammatical errors, please excuse those as English is not my primary language.   (**´∀｀)｡*ﾟ+