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Merlot_ The End

June™

June™

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Is it weird to start writing the story with an end? Yes, it maybe. But at times it is crucial to end something at the beginning.

The anti-heroine of my story, Merlot, is the girl I least bothered about in the past. She always sounds like a boring person to me. I have my distance with her whenever I see her. Her verbs are powerless, her laughter has no life in it, her colors don't shine, her bones don't ring, together her presence makes no difference at all to me. She goes unnoticed in my life chapters.

But now, I watch her movements meticulously. Everything she speaks seems to have some meaning in it. Even the rubbish talks of her urges my senses to listen like she is taking oath as a President. I can hear her voice, the laugher, the way she curves on her back while laughing, I can see it all in my mind. She becomes my routine. How she became this much worth of my time? My mental space?
What just happened?

I can see two possibilities for my unhealthy dependency on her. She might have stolen my heart or She might have STOLEN MY HEART.

❤️.​
 
Inattention and Attention ✨
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She is the one who always valued you and shared her time and space.
I think she is doing till now !!
Yu are too late to understand her .
I don't think so she is a anti-heroine.
Yur Inattention blurred her presence and Your attention on her paved way to feel her presence!
:)

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June™ said:
Is it weird to start writing the story with an end? Yes, it maybe. But at times it is crucial to end something at the beginning.

The anti-heroine of my story, Merlot, is the girl I least bothered about in the past. She always sounds like a boring person to me. I have my distance with her whenever I see her. Her verbs are powerless, her laughter has no life in it, her colors don't shine, her bones don't ring, together her presence makes no difference at all to me. She goes unnoticed in my life chapters.

But now, I watch her movements meticulously. Everything she speaks seems to have some meaning in it. Even the rubbish talks of her urges my senses to listen like she is taking oath as a President. I can hear her voice, the laugher, the way she curves on her back while laughing, I can see it all in my mind. She becomes my routine. How she became this much worth of my time? My mental space?
What just happened?

I can see two possibilities for my unhealthy dependency on her. She might have stolen my heart or She might have STOLEN MY HEART.

❤️.​
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But what's the title first?
 
It was April 11th. The hot evening air swirls around me. The dusk is yet to begin. But the place I've put my feet on made me feel the cold breezes of the un-dawned day of November.

I didn't close my eyes. Still my mind could play that day back arbitrarily.

That day was unforgettable. I didn't wake up that day, cause I wasn't sleeping the previous night. It was just like being excited of going on a study trip. The same vibe got my brain awake the whole night. I bathed and got dressed, grabbed some chocolates and stuffed it in to my bag, nothing much to give him, my bad, let the blame be on the unplanned meet up, my thoughts were comforting me. Only when I stepped out of home on to the empty roads, I realised, it was too dark and cold. "Girl, you never had ride alone this early!" But the doubts and fear were over ridden by the curiositic excitements of love. Seeing the person you love is the most purest joy you could ever have! People who are able to see their loved ones daily are damn lucky. (But most of us take it for granted)

I flew along the silent highways! Singing! Excited and overwhelmed like anything!!

❤️.​
 
June™ said:
It was April 11th. The hot evening air swirls around me. The dusk is yet to begin. But the place I've put my feet on made me feel the cold breezes of the un-dawned day of November.

I didn't close my eyes. Still my mind could play that day back arbitrarily.

That day was unforgettable. I didn't wake up that day, cause I wasn't sleeping the previous night. It was just like being excited of going on a study trip. The same vibe got my brain awake the whole night. I bathed and got dressed, grabbed some chocolates and stuffed it in to my bag, nothing much to give him, my bad, let the blame be on the unplanned meet up, my thoughts were comforting me. Only when I stepped out of home on to the empty roads, I realised, it was too dark and cold. "Girl, you never had ride alone this early!" But the doubts and fear were over ridden by the curiositic excitements of love. Seeing the person you love is the most purest joy you could ever have! People who are able to see their loved ones daily are damn lucky. (But most of us take it for granted)

I flew along the silent highways! Singing! Excited and overwhelmed like anything!!

❤️.​
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Nice. But still you haven't given it a title woman. BTW Do you go on bike rides?
 
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