I decided to read my favourite story one last time
It was accompanied with nausea rippled in an empty stomach
The only light I could see was darkness and shadowy forms of anguish
My fingers were numb as my throat was dry from pain
My palms were sweaty and sticky as I stared on the story that was once filled with sunshine
My heart was a raging inferno with no relief to be found
The pages were blurred from rivulets of tears streaming from my blazed eyes
I could hear the laugh from a distance, a midnight vision of our past
My mouth was sore, the memories were so much to be forgotten in a haste.
I wanted to move on to the next page but my book was saturated with pain.
I took what was left of my once finest book and disposed it into the flames
And I decided to rewrite my favourite story.