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And perhaps the only beautiful thing left in this life is the way a heart is broken. The way it refuses to let light pass through it peacefully any longer. Refuses to be looked past anymore. The way it fractures. Cracks. Shatters. The way it becomes a broken glass mosaic. The way the light now refrects off it and blinds every eye. Intices every hand to come closer and run fingers along its jagged and scared surface. Watch the dripping blood stain the broken heart sea glass red. See the light, enjoying every moment it dances with the shattered glass, and the shards of the heart, they learn to love it too.
~ Why people fall in love with heartbreak~ T.R.
Ugly Love
Colleen Hoover
“Pencils and Prayers. Pens and Promises.”
— What Did You Leave Me With
Te encuentro en todas partes, estas en cada trazo al dibujar, en cada letra que conforma las palabras que mi quebrado corazón quiere expresar. te veo en cada lugar en el que me logro inspirar para una oleada de sentimientos en una hoja plasmar. Estas rondando por mi mente en cada instante. No hay descanso, no hay un momento en el que no estés presente entre mis pensamientos. Te diré que incluso en mi taza de café logro encontrarte, no era mucho de tu agrado y esa idea resuena en mi cabeza al dar el primer sorbo, lo vuelve más amargo y lo peor es que así parece gustarme más. No sé como podré regresar a cuando ni siquiera lograba reconocerte entre la multitud y es lo peor el perderte por alguien a quien jamás debiste encontrar. No voy a mentirte diciendo que te odio o algo parecido pues el cariño hacía ti no ha desaparecido pero sí te diré que ojala mi corazón nunca hubiese sentido esto por ti.
—Michell Rosales.
ps Ravena, you asked for this ask.
I mean you didn't but you said you loved songs as inspirations.
How about
A drarry/jily/hinny fic
Based on the song
Arcade (the one which goes, "Oh I've spent all the love I saved, we were always a losing game. Small town boy in a big arcade, I got addicted to a losing game," It was on tiktok too *shudders*)
Thanks in advance if you do this <33333
I love writing prompts so thank you so much for this one! This fic is more a series of moments than a full plot line. I’ve never written a fic in this format before so let me know if you like it :) Hope this lives up to your expectations @silver-de-vonne!
Loosing Game
1. The worst part of the trial was Harry’s expression when their eyes met. Draco only held his gaze for a second, taking in his clenched jaw and his unsteady eyes, before he ducked his head down and focused on the dull gray of the shackles on his wrists.
2. Draco expected the blade of life to keep on cutting so he asked it to whittle him into something too sharp to touch.
3. “Fuck you,” Draco said, a tiny tremor in his voice. “That’s the problem, you want to” Harry spat back, tone full of venom. Draco’s hands shook.
4. Draco wanted to scream at him. He wanted to punch him in the gut. He wanted to grab Harry’s face and press their lips together so hard that Harry would forget his own name. Instead, he turned to the bar and swallowed his drink in silence.
5. “Everyone’s stupid when it comes to love.” Blaise said. Draco watched the flames in front of them flicker and consume. Love he thought, is that what this is? Could you love someone from bleeding hands?
6. When they kissed it felt like a long time coming, like ready or not.
7. When Harry shouted the whole room flinched into silence.
8. It was a horrible thing, missing someone who was right in front of you.
9. He watched from across the ballroom as Ginny took a step closer and threw her arms around Harry’s neck. He caught her without a second's hesitation. Draco had to remind himself to draw a breath against the tightness of his ribcage.
10. Outside Draco looked up into the sky and found only darkness. A new moon, all ache and empty. A delicate obsidian. A silence.
It's amazing how a few hours ago your thoughts are filled with love -- writing and reading words of love. Thoughts filled with all the hope and romance that comes with it
And in an instant, it is gone with just a few words...
Sometimes... Maybe... I wish
Hay cierta adicción que corroe
Hay cierta adicción que desespera
Hay cierta adicción que duele
La abstinencia de abrazos
La sombra de besos
La falta de ese calor
El eco de esas risas
Interminable la agonía diaria de imaginar esas noches, con las manos vacías y los brazos distendidos
¡Qué perverso e injusto puede ser el destino!
¡Cómo te hace jugar sin tener las herramientas disponibles!
"...but, I LOVE you!!
Why are you doing this to me? Why now? Why after 5 years are you being so standoffish? I don't understand and all I know is that it HURTS, and it hurts like Hell. You don't care that I am hurting, not at all. What happened to you? What happened to us? Where is my Best Friend?
Blindsided
The grey rises from the pit of my stomach and wraps itself around my chest, it breaths for me.
oh so this is where we are going to be tonight then?
I need to remember this
Just another groupie, right?
54 Grit
"But it would be nice you know? If I was coming home to someone who cares, someone who is proud of the work I do"
Your lips are abrading my skin, excoriating while you hold my hand, sanding me open into a bleeding wound. And I am mute as always, eyes flicking away before you can see the damage done so thoughtlessly, throat clenching because because because because it's only like this
by
your
choice.
Monday 1735
I finally realized it today, you are never going to leave her.
No matter how much I love you. No matter who I walk away from.
You are never, ever going to be mine.
Friday 1838
At first my eyes do not understand why the laughing man across the street has captivated them.
At first my eyes do not understand what is so engaging about the man leaving the club across the street (I am invisible sipping coffee behind glass).
At first my eyes do not understand, until my helpful brain chimes in, and he has already moved on.
Monday 2009
I need a break from the things that hurt, and it may be only for a little while or it may be longer; but you and I will always find our way back to one another no matter what happens.
I am the one who is always happy to see you, who never has to fake it, who always knows you can do more and wants to know how you will, but-
I am not the one you want those things from, and that is where our magnets flip their poles and the resistance begins.
I'm going to have dinner with someone soon, who is looking directly at me, instead of at a ghost standing over my shoulder; I'll fuck you out from under my skin if I have to.
You and I will always find our way back to one another, but I need a break from the hurt, at least for a little while.
Separation Anxiety
His body is lean and wiry under my hands our thrusts frantic with need heedless of the night air or the cars or the mountains or anything at all as we mate like frenzied animals or maybe teenagers in a darkened parking lot; I leave him gasping for air when we are done.
We know one another the way all people from small towns do, comparing graduating years and siblings and who has worked with who; a pleasant surprise in discovering a mutual desire, as these things go sometimes.
And in the morning I send you the hardest message of all.
Thursday 2204
You told me we would still be friends.
You told me we would still be friends.
You told me we would still be friends.
You told me we would still be friends.
You told me we would still be friends.
You told me we would still be friends.
You told me we would still be friends.
You told me we would still be friends.
You told me we would still be friends.
You told me we would still be friends.
You told me we would still be friends.
You told me we would still be friends.
You told me we would still be friends.
You told me we would still be friends.
You told me we would still be friends.
You told me we would still be friends.
Wednesday 2155
I hurt myself today
Because she's with you right now
And it's the only way I can cope with it
Saturday 2158
I dreamed of you last night; that your wife died on Christmas day, and that I hovered around you like some sort of compassionate vulture.
I disgust myself.
Saturday 1523
I dreamed of you last night; interspersed with the nightmares, weaving in and out of different kinds of terror.
I dreamed of finding the messages I sent, all the things I've been holding back, all the things I think but never say, I dreamed of finding them sent in my sleep, oh beg your pardon for my slip of the finger but I can't take it back now.
I was secretly disappointed to realize it was only a dream.