Losing her into Forever
By theghostgalvan
Im awake.
My eyes are open yet hollow since that day.
the day I lost my life, my world and my soul.
Every time I close my eyes the wind would whisper and the cold gained claws.
Every night it would nip at my skin, making me painfully aware of the void on my bed.
The place where I was once always met with intense purple eyes that blazed with intelligence and affection.
Now Im stuck with something worse than spectres, ghosts and ghouls. It haunts my mind every cycle of the heavens and I would go out to into the darkness to kiss her one last time every night.
Every time I would visit her slumber, I would lie beside her and reminisce the days I lived.
Tears would flow down my cheek silently wishing her hand would move to comfort me.
Silently wishing to hear her whisper asking what's wrong
But she didn't, and every night would be the same. Waiting for her to wake up from her eternal slumber since I cannot sleep.
I want to rest beside her so bad but my ghastly eyes wont let me. I had tried my best to slumber yet the whispers kept getting louder, and the claws dug deeper into my skin.
and then I would wake with a bloodied knife and no wound, sometimes I would wake up hanging from the ceiling and at times I wake up on the bloody pavement.
My toxic eyes would stare back into me, recounting every sin I made, mocking me, telling me that I deserve this.
I started a petty routine everytime I visit. I would read her the book she never finished, and in the moment I finished it, I would bring her new books. Those books thats she loved so much.
I would recite the book beside her best as I could, filled with every single emotion that was printed within its thin walls.
I would then plant a small kiss on her delicate forehead then hold her brittle hand as I lay beside her.
The whispers took me into a state of unconciousness that took away the stabbing sensation in my heart.
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But on the night I did my routine one last time, as the darkness seemed familiar and the pain more bearable. The whispers felt more comforting as it slowly turned into silent words of affection. Her hand slightly tightened.
and on that night, I was never seen among the living again. But do not worry, I am happier now.
Because on that fateful night was the night I lived once again.