Gone
You didn't have to leave. You chose to. You asked them to let you go.
I lie flat on the dewdropped grass, staring up at the darkened sky. A million small stars shine up above. But one single star shines brighter than all the others. When I was younger, my mom always told me that when people die, they become stars in the sky. Maybe that dazzlingly bright one is you. A tear rolls down my cheek as I remember the last time we both lay here on a picnic mat, laughing at the strange shapes you saw in the clouds.
And it's only been a few hours since you left. But I miss you already. I still love you, do you know that? I won't be able to love anyone like I love you. No-one can take your place in my life. You'd have wanted me to move on, I know you would. You wouldn't want any of us to mourn your death so much. You'd have wanted us all to stay happy and continue living our lives as we would. But I can't help it. I feel as if…as if a part of me has left with you. I feel incomplete without you. I'm dying inside, knowing that when I wake up tomorrow morning, I won't see you smiling your bright, happy smile. Or maybe, I'll wake up and see you lying right there next to me, and realise that this was all just a bad dream. But of course, I know the latter won't happen.
You've gone. You've left me forever.
And the worst thing? It was all my fault.
I fell asleep in the car last night…when I woke up, this was in my head. Goodness knows why and how.
Peace and reviews!
-Sarah ;)