I could almost feel a shotgun shell pierce my heart when I heard those words. He tried to coax me into stepping towards him, but I refused. All that was for me there waiting was regret. It’s as though he doesn’t understand I’m not his ghost anymore and he can’t order me around. He has lost the love I loved the most.
Rain poured down outside my bedroom window. I could see myself in the glass’s reflection. My face was red and my eyes were watery. I head pounded worse than any hangover, but I wouldn’t - or rather couldn’t - stop my childish crying.
I’m learning how to live half alive. And now he
My heart beats faster. Colors are more bright and beautiful than I ever remember. Every promise I’ve kept with another runs through my head. My tactics of bravery through even the toughest of times skim past. I was always afraid to love, fearing I would fall and shatter. But in the distance, I see a figure standing all by their lonesome. All of my doubt suddenly disappears.
One step closer.
Time slows down as I begin to run. Wind blows through my hair and I am able to hear the blades of grass crunch underneath me. As I drew closer, I opened my arms and latched around the solitary soul.
“I have died every day waiting for you.&rd