the late sun rose into afternoon, and two hospital workers, along with two security guards stepped out onto the small cliff.
the scene looked relatively untouched, a bit shaded from the towering trees that stood behind the authority. all that looked slightly out of place was a small book that was placed neatly on the mantle.
one officer took a hard gulp, his face a bit downcast as he walked to the edge, and looked over. below was a field of oak trees, vibrant and green in color as the rays reflected. the hue contrasted with the blood that was splattered around a body, sprawled and unmoving. the man felt his heart sink a bit, not able to make out the details.
"this book... is full of love letters. specifically to people [redacted] should have never been able to contact."
the officer swept a bit of hair from his vision, taking the journal from the nurse and flipping through it. it described occasions in which [redacted] should have never been able to experience, seeing as most of their life was spent in the mental institution.
"so who are all these people then? if they had such love for them all, wouldn't they have wanted to live for them? maybe they met these people before arriving." he tried to fit the pieces together, trying to give a purpose to the obvious suicide.
a nurse, placed a hand on his shoulder.
"officer, you do know why this person was put here right?" he cocked his head to the side in confusion. why were they here?
"this person had quite the imagination, a bit too much in fact. actually. i think that,
none of those people, experiences, or feelings were even real."
they weren't real?
the officer looked back into the pages, were detailed accounts of feelings that [redacted] had wrote. the wind blew a bit, turning the paper easily to the last page.
'and now, i will finally be reunited, with all of my dear beloveds.'
YOU ARE READING
to all of my beloveds
Short StoryQ. falls in love quite easily, but that doesn't mean that love ever means less than it did.
