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..I've decided to write randomly again. Yay.

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"Bottled."

I love you.

The words echoed inside my head repeatedly.

So much.

The sour taste of lemon and lime lingered on my tongue as I pressed my lips together. I just can't say it, I thought to myself. There's a voice inside me screaming and yet I couldn't seem to find the right words to articulate what I wanted to say.

"So, can I leave now? I have to go catch the last train..." He said nervously, short fingers twirling around each other as he looked at me with chocolate eyes. 

"Y...yeah. Thanks for today as usual." I mumbled, trying not to let the disappointment escape from my voice.

Standing there as he walked away, I mentally cursed myself for being such a coward. 

Watching as his back got smaller while he ran, I could only think of how fragile he seemed to be. How breakable he was. Midnight hair and sleepy eyes which resembled that of a child's made him seem even more like an expensive glass figurine in fragility.

"I wish I could say things more directly..." I felt as if someone had dislocated my internal organs with the way my chest seemed to pound and nauseousness I was experiencing. 

I really do love you. 

I'm sorry I can't tell you.

I started walking away as he evening wind seemed to get even colder. After a while, icy drops of rain fell. 

A familiar voice yelling my name made me turn around. The raindrops had gotten heavier, such that it was hard to see who it was but I knew. Holding an umbrella, he ran towards my direction. 

There he was, panting. It seemed like he ran back because he perhaps forgot to say something.

"I'll take you where you live instead. I can't have you walk around in the rain." He said as he stepped closer and tried to hold the umbrella up. I bent down to make things easier for him.

"No need to, I can manage really." I told him as a smile escaped my lips. This was what I loved about him the most...he always cared. 

"No, really you might get sick or something..." Looking at me with worried eyes, he insisted.

With the heavy feeling earlier suddenly gone, I smiled again lightheartedly. Not being able to hold myself back, I reached for his shoulder and pulled him into an embrace. I couldn't say anything again.

Thank you for worrying.

More unsaid words echoed in my mind.

As I held him tighter into my arms, I felt how small he seemed to be. However, as fragile as he was I felt like he could easily break me whenever he wanted to; not like he would actually do so. 

I finally let go and looked at him, smiling again like an idiot.

His worried face hadn't changed.

"Really, I'll be fine. Idiots don't get sick." I chuckled a bit. I really did feel like one though, for not being able to say the words that I wanted to say for so long.

Here I was, given the perfect opportunity to say them and yet...

"You should really go catch that train now, you know..." I added. I looked at him and his shirt was a bit wet. Suddenly remembering that I was soaked, I tried to apologize which made him laugh a bit before we said our second exchange of goodbyes and parted ways.

Don't change. 

I made a selfish wish as I ran home. Eventually the rain came to a halt and the once cloudy sky was filled with night stars.

Cramming a short story(a part of it only, ofc) for my homework. I'm not posting the full version so just ask me if you want to read it in full :> ---

Kate looked outside, only to see an unusual scene just a few blocks away. The trees seemed to have bore unusual fruits. They were huge and seemed to have different colors and shapes. This, though, did not satisfy her curiosity which was why she had to open the window. An unwelcome stench entered her room.

It was the scent of decay, of rotting flesh.

Trying not to puke, Kate used both her hands to cover her nose and mouth. After smelling this, she saw that there was blood dripping down the objects hanging from the trees and the trees were actually stained by the same crimson liquid.

The scent of decay would not go away.

Kate quickly got off her bed, searching for the scent spray for the room. She immediately closed the windows and drew the curtains. “None,” she thought, “I want none of what’s outside.”

Meanwhile, the rest of the neighborhood was terrified. They saw the bodies much, much closer. Three people were beheaded. One of them lost an arm, and another lost a leg. Both body parts were seen on the ground. The horrifying event seemed to have taken place in the park just a few steps to the right of the playground.

Nobody came to the playground that day.

Sleep, Kate felt, was something she did to escape the reality that she was alone. She had stopped going to school, and going outside altogether. She missed the ice cream she used to buy seven years ago and wondered if the vendor was still the same. Back then, she knew the sound the ice cream truck played from meters away and she could still tell every time it passed by her house.