I heard him when he said "I love you "to the girl he love most.
At the same time, I heard the scraping of my tears as it cascaded down my cheeks. I heard how each tear fell into the ground like the sound of raindrops hitting the roofs, windows, and leaves.
I heard my bones shivered within my flesh for his words made me weak.
I heard my brain screaming at me for being stupid because I still love him even though I know that he's the wrong person.
I heard how my heart broke into pieces like an accidentally shattered mirror.
I heard myself falling like the london bridge witnessing its fair lady in someone's arms. I heard myself broke down from being strong.
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I heard her when she said "I love you too" to my beloved who loves her more than anything.
At the same time, I heard two hearts beating with love and one heart breaking into pieces with false happiness— silently listening to its weeping world.
I heard everything but I wish I never did.