Standing in the front of my ex's doorstep, being unable to turn around and move a single foot forward. I am waiting here, for hours, at the middle of busy day in hope that I would see that someone's face. The heated brick pavement is like an oven but I do not feel pain or even numbness; all I feel is nothingness and all of it.
Then, I manage to mimic how other people walk, but mine was like baby steps, they just pass by without noticing me just like how that someone walk out of my life seems that I have been non-existent.
I see some people whispering into their ears and it takes me back to the times when some people talk about how we are not compatible to each other, their gaze are sharp and disdainful, their murmurs are loud and deafening, and it created monsters, monsters that live in my brains. It feeds through my insecurity and doubt and I let it grow.
Now, as I look into the mirror, destroyed, shattered into million pieces.