Ex of Short StoryFormer of the short story
Former Oblivione, a short story by H.P. Lovecraft.
Samples of Broken Friendship stories
Did you lose your best friend? It all seems to be interacting so that they can be satisfied, and in this way we are creating unintended relationships that can result in close society. It is a feeling of belonging to the fulfilment of her everyday lives "No one is an island", as the saying goes, it collects recollections that are immersed in her own being.
Like what may tell us in the area of science - in quantum physics remembrances are not reused like particles and atoms, they can be forever wasted. Like friendship/relationship everything that would be so unique for both of you can turn to nothing and back to other people. It was hallucinating that everything is all right, but the reality is, everything is useless and had been changing.
Sighs "I have nothing to loose because everything was mislaid and stolen from my past". It was my best mate, but he will also be my biggest foe, our happiest moment, which we would consider to be an unexpected end. I' m getting used to it, but the grief is still irreversible. We were overshadowed by sorrow and rage, it may be sometimes forgotten as what I felt, but it will certainly come back unsteady.
Each break is a hurt and pauses my emotions. Than what I recollect every single evening, I still experience the grief when the icy teardrops flow with my unconscious face. Forgot and forgiven, I used to spend my time without my friend who would become my blessed. but I know that the same tale must stay incomplete forever.
Until then I kept on living my whole existence and saw the beautifulness of the black insignia of the world. I' ve got to let go to fix things, I have to stop collecting the remaining parts of my stranded identities, waters under the bridges as what Idoms say, everything has to be changed for a better morn.
We must never stop living when we have forgotten something so extraordinary, it is a game of chance; we must do it for pleasure, because if we take it seriously, everything will be too hard. These agonies and torments made me hard and clever, the experiences had found their way to make me too angry and to instruct me on what it was really about.
I' ve been abandoned by someone who was my lucky self for a while. Living at that point seems useless and all you wanted to do is come back from the past and fix errors to begin over with the someone you really wanted to be.
However, the sad reality of living was that there are no repetitions, all the things that have already taken place have continued and I cannot return to where we are used to. This was a trail that scarred my mind and my whole being; it showed me things I never wanted to see.
I had been saddened by too much that sometimes I want to stop and dy. I relaxed my instinct that evening and remembered what my whole lifetime has been like in the last few month. Did you lose someone in particular? Well, we can' t get rid of it, because it just tells us to deal with it.
And I fought for my own survival, what I really need, what I really wanted and what was most important. but that' s the only way to relieve the grief. Again and again the grief radiates away from me, it sublimates like a ball of Naphtalene in my cupboard and I know that one day I will get used to it.