My story would be a little dull is asked to be heard. No I won't say it's the best work of mine either. If you are searching for love story this not your jam.But I am hoping you guys like it .
Life's not perfect or is was for me, I don't know.If you ask what it is, I don't know.
Being part of a life I didn't deserve wasn't all ways finest thing to talk about. All I ever wanted was to be perfectly perfect.And I was perfect or was I not. If I think, I can only see Dale and someone who stole his place.
Every story has it's ending.And every ending has it's own beginning.But only some stories are made to be heard.
Some of them are changed far away from what their true reality might be.Mine is also one of these stories, that made honorary.
It was hard for me to accept something that wasn't to be heard the way it did.That it was supposed to make me a villain,not a hero.
The word "hero" would be wrong if asked. It was more off like an "undeserving hero"!
Short stories are suppose to be short, aren't they?But this shit is gonna be long.
It was a lovely spring break, dazzling colours everywhere but somehow everything seemed dull. It felt like carrying something heavy enough to squeeze me. No I didn't know it was guilt, I never knew.
Guess not everyone is perfect enough to spot there mistake. And sadly I didn't realize it either, and when I finally did, it was late.
Even if I was going through a lot my life seemed perfect. Little to what they knew it was to be in my place.
After whining, for what I got. I actually started to like it. Yes, it was silly of me, but for others it was usual.
Until the day I spotted Dale, "Oh, I am doomed" I thought. And you might be thinking what's wrong with Dale. You might be confused, considering that I haven't told you guys all of my story. But, see the bright side of this fact that you guys don't have any reason to hate me, at least for now.
But for now, the only thing that I will tell is that Dale is the only person who knows I am faking. And we are not friends.

It felt like every thing around me was colapsing and the blanket that hid my secret was unraveling. Every person that walked pass me felt like had a question about me.
I was relieved when I realised that what I thought was a completely different concept. Rather than what was actually happening.
But, I could not give up the feeling of trilling soft wind blowing beside my ears were actually getting stronger.
And now I'm scared that there stands a huge hurricane in front of me.


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