2nd Day Attempt/ Stay

Hey all you bloggers, so second day attempt wasn't so good. I eat 2 plates of spaghetti and watching The Holiday and He's Just Not That Into You. I still haven't turn on my 2n number phone, and it seems like all this movie I'm watching is like hitting me below the belt. However, I manage to practice and I manage to spend more time with my mother. Reluctant as I am to start my classes, I don't mind studying without thinking.

Here's a story I've been playing in my mind;

The sweet smell of your coat made me miss you. My heart aches as I left them to be in the corner of the room. When you came to pack your bags, I cry, hoping you wouldn't go. The kitchen was in a mess, and the stairs seemed so fragile. If I could relive the memory, I wouldn't go through it again. I wish you would stop and stay, silent yourself and let the music play in the background. Hoping you would take my hand and dance with me like it was our first date. Yet, I knew the glass is shattered and even if I tried to paste them back together, there's the crack that will always remain there. That I know, will never disappear and that would mean we are living in-denial.
My fingers was sliding by the walls against the stairs. As I glide to the ground floor, I saw you there, crying on the couch of the living room. Sober for once, after weeks of being drunk. There was a frame with a picture of me on the floor, the glass was already cracked across my lips that smiled in the picture. He stood from where he sat and grab the frame from the floor. I was invisible to him, he was walking pass me without hesitation. A mirror that hang close to the living room looked solemn, no longer cheerful as it was before. I stand before it and I could see myself, as he stood behind me almost looking at me. Yet deep inside I knew he was not.
The house seems like it's about to crumble. The stairs seems like it's old and as if it's been awhile seems anybody had use it. Hours turn to days, and days turn to weeks, finally three months later, I realise I was fading from where I have been living. The pictures on the wall are gone, and the mirror that used to hang so beautifully is now across the floor. Shattered into pieces like the memories we've had. You walked away on me once and now you're doing it for the second time.
I close my eyes and I had travel into a room that was white with a single bed, where a woman looking so fragile lay. Her hair was Brunette in colour and her lashes curled beautifully. She was pail and she looked so sad and calm at the same time. On the side table, had a vase of Iris flowers that was blooming beautifully. A man entered the room with a single pink rose in his hand. I knew him from somewhere, somewhere at the back of my memory. Slowly, I've begun to forget my past memories, as if the more I try to remember, the more I had erase them. He sat there looking at me as if wishing for something. He place the flower on my right hand, instead of putting them with the rest of the flowers. He touched my fingers softly, touching the ring that was on her finger that seemed like she never took off, as the marks that was left there was an evidence. As he held her hand in his, I realise he wore the exact same ring on the exact same finger and hand as hers. I was confuse by the image I see. There's a tug in my heart that disturbs me.
Slowly I was fading slowly, as the woman on the bed breathe slower that usual. I heard a whisper coming from where the man who held her hand tightly. " I'm sorry that all I did was hurt you." and her heartbeat fade by the second until it was gone. It felt like my heart died inside, like it cry for only reasons that god knows. I realise that all I had to do was leave. As I made my way to the door, I heard a soft whisper " I love you." and I turn around only to relive all the memories. Everything made sense to me, the woman on the bed was all along me, and the man that was holding my hand was that man who had hurt me so bad nine years ago. Those were the words I've waited all this time, and now I that I've heard it I cry inside but I smile on the surface. I whispered a thank you to his right ear and touch his right hand. He felt confuse for awhile and I left the white room and took a last look at the flower that was in my hand.

Inspired by Miley Cyrus - Stay ( One of the many songs that I listen to. )