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That moment when you realize
it was already too hard to please him.

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Wait . . . just wait for the tears to stop, there's nothing you can do anymore. You're already broken and can't take much more. The sound of rain resonates as an echo throughout your little room. It tears you apart as you think of the times when you were actually happy and naïve. Those thoughts leave you quickly as the bedroom door opens with a thud.

Standing before you is a silhouette, someone older, wiser. This person scares you, makes you paralyzed. You can't do anything though, so you sit there, letting the tears roll down as a string of curse words are flung at you. It hurts, yes, but you deserve it. And maybe, just maybe, you might not scream for once. You might not hear the unrecognizable noise that leaves your mouth often.

No one, not even you, can understand why the sound of your own cries are unfamiliar to you. They just are. The man comes closer, a wicked smile embedded on his face. He says something about your need to suffer, that it'll help him cope with his loss. It doesn't.

You know it and he knows it, but neither of you comment on it.

It's like a game, you, the seemingly innocent prey, him, the vicious predator. The thing is; no one knows you asked for this. They only watch you wallow in pity and you feel their unrelenting gazes and sympathetic eyes. You don't give a damn about those people. Why?

Because they can't save you.

Suddenly, you're brought back to reality and the man is simply watching you. He wants you to plead for mercy, to ask for forgiveness. You don't.

'Breathe, just breathe.' It's the only thing you can tell yourself as you wait for the pain to be inflicted on you. Nothing works and everything is painfully silent.

That's when you realize something: you'll never be able to please him. Why?

Because you're just too damn impure.

Fin

I don't even know what to say.
What do you guys think?
I got bored and started writing
so this little piece of literature
popped up out of nowhere! :D
I feel like I've been writing
too many angst drabbles
lately and I'm not even depressed!
Wow...see how weird my mind is?
Eh...oh well. Thanks for reading
at least! Nice knowing y'all.
I seriously need to sleep now,
so g'nite!

Best wishes,

-lina