He asked if she was doing well, implying that he didn’t want her to be unhappy but secretly hoping she was just as miserable as he was. It was times like this he wished he could believe in karma or some divine deity that would insight similar agony upon his oppressor.
The weather seemed colder than usual, and his secret city sanctuaries seemed especially lonely since she abandoned sharing them with him.
(Source: turtlesinahalfshell, via stage-of-fools)
“See you in another life, I’ll pretend that I don’t think of you”
Another sleepless night. He thought about the last time he kissed her, completely unaware of her transition, it turns out she had made up her mind before they even met up that evening. If he wasn’t so blinded by love he could’ve noticed the telling signs of a foreshadowed divergence, although that would not have made her deception easier to digest. That’s when he found a strand of her hair under his pillow, was this the voodoo responsible for his insomnia?
His world stood still, just as it had the first time he made eye-contact with her, but this time he felt a contrasting heaviness. The same mystical catacombs that infatuated his heart before, now sent him into cardiac arrest. Paralyzed, he stood there helpless as she witnessed his eyes gloss over with pain, she had felt no remorse for shattering his renewed faith in love. It was time for our hero to go back into hiding.
Not even a cat sandwich can make Alf happy
He had no appetite, and numbers no longer followed any system of algorithms.