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A Collection of Drabbles

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4: Illusion

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It feels like I'm slipping in it again. That little mistake and everything stirs up trouble and you feel petty inside.

And then you think of him.

Out of all the people you want to think about or talk to - it's him. But he's not there. He's just an illusion that keeps lingering in your mind, continuously pestering you and laughing at you. And the thing is, you know what type of laugh it is. It isn't a bitter laugh. It's that laugh that sounds amused and you can see his lips slightly slanted to a side in a mocking gesture, but somehow in that laugh you know that he cares. Does that even make sense? Is it supposed to make sense?

How can it?

You're the one in charge of my emotions. It's only been you. You might as well take over my life, tie my up all my limbs with strings and make me dance to your every command. The sad thing is that I would proudly be your puppet again, dangling in your hands and obeying everything you'd say just to please you. Just don't cut me out of your life again. Don't!

I would have said that, I really would have - but your doors are pemanently locked now. You belong to her and she...well she belongs to you.

So all I have left is to keep my head high.

Or commit suicide.