dailyprompt-2858

They see the anger but never ask where it came from. Nobody saw the death of the person I was before. Silence became a language. And before I knew it, I had become fluent in something that was slowly removing me from myself.

In the flash of a moment, a sentence slipped through: “We’re not even a couple.” The laughter continued. But those words had already found somewhere permanent to live. That is how everything can be gone in an instant without anyone seeing it leave.

If you could erase one event from history, what would it be? So this was it, was this all there was to it? Liars, deceivers, and being the latecomer when the show is already over. Pathetic. Sometimes I look at everything that has happened and wonder what exactly I am supposed to do with…

I think I would erase the day I call The Deceiver. Not because I didn’t see it coming, but because sometimes knowing something is happening doesn’t make it hurt any less. I was the option that seemed better than the rest, the choice that finally made sense when disappointment had exhausted every other possibility.…

If I could erase one event from history, I think I would erase the day I met the liar. Not one particular person, perhaps, but the moment I learned that someone could look at your innocence, recognise your worth, and still choose to take advantage of it. I wish I could erase the moment…