Burossamu-Chan

'It's a nightmare.' she thought as she sunk into her seat. The tears were begging to be released but she held composure, for the sake of  keeping face. "Are you… scared of me?" he aske. "No," she curled into a cradling position. "No." She then proceeded to bury her face into her hands; her last ditch effort to save dignity. This was the closest to erasing her existence to him. A wave of a tinge of a feeling took over her cheeks beneath her hands. She was unaware whether her face was changing color to a blazing red or a ghostly white. One thing she was sure of was that he could not look at her anymore without a feeling of b

Well, let's start with asking about the last time you were happy. The patient remembers their last smile from this afternoon. And yet... "... I don't remember."

It was the morning after. Dawn had run its course and painted the sky while the couple were still lost in their dreams. Sunlight spilled through glass panes into a glowing home. It was the morning after Christmas day when she awoke and tiptoed across the wooden floor, shivering with every step. Her unbrushed hair cascaded over the loose-fitting dress shirt she decided to borrow from him. The night before was their first Christmas together. They had spent it doing what it should have been couples did, walking (thickly clothed) in each other's arms and sharing a warm fruit scone from their favorite corner food cart; Spending time in a caf