BREATHLESS
Disclaimer: The characters are JK's
(A/N: Please no favoriting without leaving a review :( This was supposed to be written for my literature class, which meant it had to be written in Spanish, but, oh well, my Muse is from England or something because Spanish just doesn't work for me.)
It's like a light going out, plunging a room into darkness. Like an eternal scar - one that will always be a reminder of past events. Like the moment right before a storm, when the world is silent, waiting. Or like the moment after a tornado as everyone stares in unbelieving shock.
Because death is always a shock, something unexpected that leaves empty spaces and unanswered questions.
It's as if in moments like this the world is like a child, it doesn't stop to see the pain it is causing, it doesn't stop to listen to reason. Too busy moving forward and trying to leave everyone behind.
Because things like this shouldn't happen.
Not to angels.
Not to her.
Because seeing her gravestone, her name so clearly etched across the white marble, feels as if the sun suddenly turned off leaving you alone and confused.
And now all you can think about is that promise you made oh-so-long ago when you were kids, when she could still stand you, before that messy-haired boy came along to ruin everything. You were waiting to see what always meant, because it had to mean something, even if she never talked to you anymore. You were planning to count on forever; but now, now you'd never know.
And all that comes to your lips in form of your final goodbye is: "Angels aren't supposed to die."