Unspoken

Everything's not right.
I've been nervous for days.
the texts were sad. and totally empty.
what had happened?

There's a deep sense of loss in me, that I feel.
Auto-phobia, as I call it.
My eyes were trying its best not to flood out my lids, but they were meak.
Chains wouldn't hold them.
And thank God, I was wearing shades.
I wiped the droplets off my face.
Trying my very best not to let it out again.

"This is going to be tough." i thought to myself.

A brief talk with the best friend.
I needed that.
And there, I knew.

Darling,we need to talk.