Vignette
Melancholic Memories by Zac Dizon It was a cold, quiet August night in my room. I was staring at the screen, completely surprised. As I gazed into the bright screen in the palm of my hand, reading your text, I couldn't comprehend what was happening at that moment. All of a sudden, it was as if my world were swallowed by a blackhole and completely disintegrated. I was shaking, my hand barely holding on to the phone, as I continued to read what you sent me. My lungs felt like they got crumpled and crushed like a tin can run over by a car. I couldn't understand. I couldn't think. Why? Why were you telling this to me? We were going to be together for a long time, weren't we? We promised each other a few months ago... Yet here I was, staring at a message that had traumatized me up until now. I tried to understand as I reflected on what you sent me, yet I was breaking down like an old car. I felt tired, anxious, and devastated. You were my everything, yet you wanted to ...