دلنوشته‌ غیرپارسی مجموعه دلنوشته Fragiles | فاخته کاربر انجمن یک رمان

[FakhTeh]

Title: Fragiles
عنوان: شکننده‌ها

Author: Fakhteh
نویسنده: فاخته

خلاصه:
You won't understand how it can be fragile till it breaks. And we're all broken, walking our pieces around.
شما متوجه نمی‌شید یک چیز چقدر شکننده می‌تونه باشه، مگر وقتی که بشکنه. و ما همه‌مون شکسته‌ایم، فقط تیکه‌هامون رو راه می‌بریم.​

 

[Pardis]

•| بسم رب القلم |•

آنچه از دل برآید، لاجرم بر دل نشیند.

نویسنده‌ی عزیز، بی‌نهایت خرسندیم که دلنوشته‌های زیبایتان را در انجمن «یک رمان» به اشتراک می‌گذارید.
خواهشمندیم پیش از پست‌گذاری و شروع دلنوشته‌، قوانین بخش «دلنوشته‌های غیرپارسی کاربران» را به خوبی مطالعه بفرمایید.

" قوانین بخش دلنوشته‌های غیرپارسی کاربران"

پس از گذاشتن اولین پست می‌توانید گفتمان آزاد ایجاد...​

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[FakhTeh]

Num 1. 07:35 PM. Place B

Dear Precious
As long as I can remember through my fogged haze of head, walls are always here. Inside me, around you and on my shoulders. Heavy and unforgivable, always reminding, never noticing. But lately those walls are shaken along with my skipping beats of heart.
I don't know why does it still catch me by surprise when I hit the ground, as if it's the first time the world is failing me. And you. And itself.
Now I'm breakable more then ever, and I know I'll mend back soon but I don't want to miss this chance to cry myself out of breath for you. Before this one heals too.
I'm sorry for this last advantage, using your grief to cry myself...​

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[FakhTeh]

Num 2. 02:18 AM. Place A

Dear Precious,
I'm not sure if you're angry with me, or it's just the ghost of my mom's voice in my head. But I can't write to anyone else right now. I tried, swear to you, I tried and wasted three pages and came back to you. So spare me these little nonsenses.
I cried again tonight. I couldn't help it, the moment I was outside, tears were on my cheeks. I cried and kept walking till world faded to blurs and colors bled, till strangers might look at me with pity if they have any heart for it. This is how I make through my life. I walk and cry in night before I get home.
Now I'm laying in the dark, thinking about you, trying to write the things...​

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[FakhTeh]

Num 3. 1:51 AM. Place A

Dear Precious,
I miss you.
He told me you'd hate to see me cry.
I don't know, would you?

Always yours, Unforgiven

 

[FakhTeh]

Num 4. 8:41 AM. Place A

Dear Her,
Two steps apart, and I don't dare to reach out and ask you to hold me together while it's tearing me apart.
We talk, we say the words, but never the real ones and those are needed. I can smell the lies we both desperately need the other one believes, I can touch the heart wilting behind them. Mine is weeping too.
You tell me "don't worry" but I know you're scared, and you know I'm scared too. But we just keep saying "it would be fine" because it's all we have. Not even hope, just a ghost of it remained of our old habits and the sake of others. Just like pressing a bleeding wound to make it stop, never talking about the pain.
I need to...

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[FakhTeh]

Num 5. 14:10. Place B.

Dear Precious,
I survived the third night — was it third?
Anyway... Last night I felt like I can't make it to the sunrise. Yet here I am. Still away from you and the mercy.
I believe in nothing is free, and the cost of surviving what I did to you is the quiet way I'm reshaping inside myself. I should confess, darling, I don't know myself anymore. And it scares me more then ever.
I've never been a confident and sure person. Oh no, I always tiptoed around the world as if living is a chance I'd stolen and someone might catch me red-handed and punish me for it. I'm still apologizing for existing, to be honest.
But "myself" was the solid little...

​

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[FakhTeh]

Num 6. 11:51. Place B.

Dear Precious,
I might just blurt out something to fill the silence, but I hate that kind of talking.
Especially since you won't answer.
But if I'm not writing, do not think I forget you or moved on.
I wish there was a way to record the silence though, because I don't want to look at these days later and find nothing. As if nothing happened while I'm here, fighting.
Oh... Did I tell you? I'm fighting now, dear. Not glorious and magnificent like those fighters who change the story in the novels my siblings adore. I'm a messy, tired girl with sunken eyes you don't want to look in the mirror who's running out of time in every way possible.
But I'm...

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[FakhTeh]

Num 7. 11:14. Place A

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Dear Precious,
It's been more then three days I want to write to you; more then decades if you ask me. But I couldn't settle down and find my way out of myself or ease the trembling in my hands when I try to really face it.
I wrote this one twice on the paper, three times in my notes, and a hundred times in my head. Eventually it was so raw I couldn't bear myself to trouble your lovely eyes with it.
So I just tell you these little lines.
It's getting hard to breath lately, again. They say grief has stages. Five? Four? I don't know, nor care. I just know I'm in rage now, stuck in it. You know me. It's...

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