i still remember...
all the failed plans made with school friends. all the stories scribbled on the last page. and all the dreams that choked a little more as the tie tightened near the neck, like a noose.
all the giggles shared in dorm rooms over a bowl of midnight maggi and all the bunked classes just to go out with that one person. and especially to all the failed aspirations and to the broken dreams.
when life was a bit simpler, and parents could solve most complicated things. when we used to sleep a bit more, live a bit more, and feel alive a bit more. and raw hollowness didn't bite at 4 am when you'd catch yourself staring blankly at the ceiling or the fan or just wanting to replace the room with shimmering stars.
i still remember...when i was naive. and hope was a good thing. but, i don't remember the happiness i once felt, eons ago
This was an idea for a prologue I had but I don't know if it's any good. I appreciate any compliments or constructive criticism. I kinda wanna try writing a book at least for myself.
It's just a prologue so there's little to summarize but you should keep in mind Jacob is not relevant to most of the plot he's just used as a way to explore the protagonist's character.
P.S. I just decided to write this on a whim, so feel free to point out any mistakes.
Robyn Denby Watkins
This short auto-biographical piece was written to be submitted as part of my coursework. The names have been changed and some of the story has been played with so as to make it more interesting.