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A Short Perspective

Super short, pretty sad... it's really a perspective piece I wrote and it has a lot of underlying meaning... like poetry.

If you choose to read, please keep in mind this is something that is sad and kind of dark, so read with caution...

I miss writing here and miss all of you... hope y'all are doing well ❤️

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Eddie's POV:

Have you ever looked up at the stars and felt so scared, because you are so small, floating around in this universe? Or did you look up and feel your heart swell because you're alive and you know you are alive for a reason, and you feel as though you could just fly because this universe is so beautiful and you have a chance to be whatever you want to be and no one can stop you?

I've felt both ways, and I know that I have both sides of the story to me.

When I was little, my mom didn't let me leave the house. She said I was fragile and couldn't go outside into the world because it could hurt me. Whenever she went to bed, that was the time when I would sit out on the roof and stare up at the stars.

It terrified me.

I'm a small person in a big universe, someone who is nothing but a speck of dust, floating around the universe with nothing but the hope that I'll die before the universe changes and kills me.

Because death does not scare me, but being killed does.

My perspective changed when I reached middle school.

When I met Richie.

My best friend, my high school boyfriend, the love of my life. He always saw the world as a beautiful thing to survive in, something that was so gorgeous it made your heart swell and made you know that you were worth something, that you would someday know your purpose.

He never got to find his.

People don't like when you're different; they prefer to kill us as opposed to letting us die. Get us out of the world quicker, because in their opinion, we are worth nothing.

We are specks of dust who deserve to die.

When Richie was killed, I cried, because he did it to protect me. He pushed me away, screaming at me to run, and I heard the gunshot as I sprinted away like a coward.

I was seventeen.

I am seventeen.

This event happened no more than an hour ago.

I now stand at the edge of a cliff, overlooking a rocky terrain, tears falling down my face.

The night is clear, stars dazzle above, and I see the world for how he saw it. A beautiful thing, who thinks I'm worth something. My heart swells, and I want to cry harder than I already am. I feel as though I can fly.

I look off the edge of the cliff with a smile, because I am not afraid of death, I am only afraid of being killed.

This is all I need to know.

The world is so big and it is ever-changing.

Maybe someday people really will be able to fly, be able to live among the stars.

But for now, I close my eyes, step off the cliff edge, and feel the air whip around me as I fall.