Ashes
- Ally Dawson's finale wish. Please read. Very short. Dedicated to a dear friend who lost someone incredibly close to her. I can't begin to imagine what you're going through, but this is for you.
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Warning: Mentions of suicide, may be upsetting to some readers.
One-shot: Ashes
Dear Journal,
I had a blissful dream last night, and it frightens me slightly that it will be my last.
You see, I can't stay, so this is my goodbye... my last goodbye.
Don't ask me why, or even who. I can answer a how though, but you won't want to know that, and I can understand, I wouldn't either if the situation were the other way around.
I'll relieve you the pain of discovering my mutilated body.
Huh, funny how in death your body harmonies the mind.
But I could never allow your beautiful benevolent irises to embrace the sight of my disfigured form.
Frankly, I'd rather die a thousand painful deaths than have you endure that.
I apologise for being oh so very casual on a topic as sensitive as this but death is merely a life expectance. No one can defeat it, and I have decided to face it now, rather than later.
My life never really held much aspiration, but you, it caresses the entire planet.
I hold no blame upon you for this, my love, and I implore you to see this also.
I shall love you forever more, and death is but a dark abyss that can not conquer it.
I ask nothing of you, but this;
If I die young,
Bury my in ashes,
For I do not deserve,
The beauty,
Held within the woven silk petals,
Of a rare rose
My finale goodbye,
Ally Dawson
xxx
P.S - I love you
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His honeyed hair caught the dancing wind in it's tender grip, swaying a passionate waltz between the minuscule strands like water slipping through his fingertips.
A single tear strolled silently down his cheek, neck before hiding underneath his cotton T-shirt.
Another swiftly followed, lumbering down his opposite cheek, ambling with gravity onto his corse palm.
Opening the vase, ashes drifted out serenely, specks of dust, reminiscing in silent hums amongst each other.
Memories of the deceased glimmered in the suns burning bite.
...
If I die young, bury me in ashes and blame me for the mistakes I have made,
If I die young, bury me in ashes and judge me for the decisions I have made,
If I die young, bury me in ashes for never loving you enough.
...
"If I die young, Ally Dawson, I'll count on my lucky stars as I'll be closer to you in the dark abyss of death than the lurid chasm of life."
"If I die young, I'll show you exactly why you deserve to be buried in silken roses as I whisper you a love song."
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Lucy xxx