Hello! I just want to write a short story for a change. Don't worry; I will continue Worrying What Will Happen soon; it's just that I must have written too fast for a first story. Yeah, I tend to rush myself… Anyway, let's just get on with this story.

Endless Thoughts

Every day, it seems that nothing seems to go away…

I would just stare out there, looking at the distance and glance

At the sunset, hoping that one of these days will come true that

One day, just one day,

I would just leave here and start all over…

But my heart will say one word: no.

The rain comes pouring in, and I would just stay where I was standing

And watch the memories I made fade away.

Those days may be gone now

As if the only friends I have left are those I speak to once and no more than that.

Night looms over my head as I count the stars,

Each one representing a memory I made…with my family.

Nothing can be made now as I am the last of it.

I'm alone here, standing on this balcony, and never looking back

At the pictures that hung on the walls of my life.

Those are just tokens that are made by a machine that has no life in it.

No, I prefer the ones that my mind stores in, and that I can recite each one.

Still, I cannot relive them without the lost ones I once had.

I'm here…on the balcony, standing alone forever…with no one else beside me.

I cannot even remember the first time I was left out of anything…until now.

Becoming the last one of my line is a deeper situation than what I had all my life.

I cannot dare remind myself: "They are gone now".

I refuse to let loneliness hold me like if I was its prisoner.

The night still lasted as I slept under the stars that hovered over my head like a wondering spirit.

But that night was something else all together…

I see a silhouette exactly like my own shadow, and it disappeared into the room.

I chase it to my brother's vacant room, and I see the shadow lie on the empty bed

Where my brother lied down on during his death wish…

The dark ghost wrap itself up in the bed's black blanket, and it said,

"It is okay… It's me…"

I cried as it stated those words. It was my older brother's own spirit.

As I ran up to the ghost, I went through it trying to hug it.

"I'm already gone, my younger sibling. You cannot change that, and neither can I".

Tears ran down my cheeks and dripped onto the wooden floor.

I wanted to be with my older brother, but I can't.

As he vanishes into thin air, I whispered to myself,

"…You will forever be missed, Ingo…"

If you think it's sad, I just made it up out of the top of my head while listening to Rascal Flatts song Bless the Broken Road, and I was wondering if I can do something related to that and another song of that band, Here Comes Goodbye. If you really think it's sappy and not good, then just leave a review what can be done differently to make it better. Now, if you think it's sad, let me know by leaving me a review. And for those that loves it, once again: leave a review and show me some optimism! Got to go!