What comes next? Chapter 2.

Now.
(1) Forever & Always.

See this is what I believe; somewhere way above on the seventh cloud sits God, and he writes, about the two people who were always meant to be, he pairs them and makes a note of their names in his big book covered in velvet. Those two are then dropped down into the world by angels and when the those two unite; up in the heavens the angels shed tears of joy. And that way they watch happily ever after’s every day. Now among these millions of people down on earth, how are you going to find the name that’s written next to yours?
He tenderly pushed her hair behind the ear; he held her face between his hands, it felt like holding on to the entire universe in a split second. He mesmerizingly watched the most beautiful face ever portrayed by God, and carefully whispered ‘I love you’ he gasped. She looked down at the ground for a second and then looked into his eyes and said ‘I love you more’. That’s when she fell into his arms; his scent was the best essence ever. They walked together towards the car hand in hand. Bernadette stood near the car and watched Drake and Selena together and smiled, ‘You guys are meant to be forever’ she said. ‘I know’ Drake said as he kissed her gently on the cheek.[1]

Now.
(2)A falling off there has been.
Every new day brings upon a new hope symbolizes a better tomorrow. Looking into the sun makes every pain go away. Even anger manages to evaporate, And so as I look up into the sky every day, I stare at the sun; try a little more harder to become like it. A little stronger, a little better.

The feeling consumes. You sit there, longing to lash out. Fighting to be heard. It builds up second by second. No one hears your silent scream. Your heart is empty. You try to push everyone. Just making it all worse. Your tears no longer fall. And that’s when you realize. Your heart has frozen or maybe it isn't even there anymore, like it’s gone leaving behind nothing but a hole that pumps 5.5 liters of blood into the body every day just to keep you alive. But you aren't actually living; you’re just a lifeless soul.

‘I might just be another 17 year old, you might as well call me stupid, but I surely do know what love is.’ Natalie loved reading books it engaged her in another world, like living someone else’s life; becoming a part of something bigger and better. Forgetting everything behind, and jumping into an entirely different place, it also comforted that she’s not the only one with problems out there.

I wanted a happy ending, an ending in which I would hold his hand and walk across the shores, where nothing else mattered and were the world knew that we were meant to be together forever. But I learnt it the hard way; that some poems just don’t rhyme, some songs don’t always have the perfect rhythm and no matter what you do, some wishes just don’t come true.

Waking up from your dreams it the hardest thing ever, the feeling of being sucked into a world where everything is perfect and then pushed back into reality is disgusting. Where there’s nothing to look up to, if only pulling up the blanket over your face could make all the bad go away, that’s when you wish that you’d rather be blind than look at this world; this world which is yours.
Many a times we become attached to what's familiar to us and sometimes we hold onto things that are safe and predictable, even if they know they are bad for us. But that doesn't matter does it?

She woke up with a scream, as sweat streamed down her back, she felt as if she couldn't breathe. This was the first time in nights were she actually could sleep through for a long time, but then it all got blown away by a petrifying nightmare. Natalie had insomnia, since about a year and a half now. She couldn’t tell her parents, she was too scared to. So slept through the day and stayed awake all night, just like the owl. But insomnia’s completely different it’s like a blade cutting through every part of your body. ‘I hate insomnia not because I can’t sleep but because it makes me reminisce memories that I know I can never bring back, and the fact that I spend sleepless nights bathing my pillow with tears’, she scribbled those last words in her diary, throwing it aside and shutting her eyes back into the world of torment.