It was Valentine's day on West Boulevard. On the wide stretch of pavement seperating the sparse traffic from the Pacific Ocean, the silhouettes of lovers ...
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He lumbered along the street, dropping a bottle accidentally as he went. It shattered into hundreds of tiny little pieces, sparkling crystals on the grey stone, imitating what his heart did not long ago. People turned to look, but he ...
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A cool sea breeze wafted past his spot by the streetlamp. The strained melody of "Lonely" by Akon floated all around him. His shirt was damp with sweat, oh wait, its his tears. His dishevelled hair danced in the breeze as he took off his hat and set...
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It was a bittersweet moment. Should he be happy because she kept it all this time? Or should be sad because she's not accepting it and instead took another's? He stared blankly after her vanishing figure, torn between emotions in what remained of his heart.
Little Heartbreaks : West Boulevard Drunkard
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