La Lune Est Belle N'est-ce Pas ?

5. i need you now

You stare at your bedroom door. It's open, inviting. But there's nothing to see, nobody comes to hug you. Your heart crimps for a moment, and you stare at your phone. "Hello Y/N, I'm Sacha's mum. I'm sorry to inform you he passed away in a car crash."

You've read that one line so many times it's printed in your mind forever, but it still has the devastating effect it had the first time you read it. A tear rolls down your cheek. Your boyfriend. Sacha.

That one person that understood you so much better than all of the others, the one who brightened your day only by his texts. You were going to see him in two days. Without that one drunk man on the road, you would be in the arms of your lover after two years of long-distance relationship.

"I need you..." you whisper, your voice sore from the crying. You can still hear his voice, bruised by your phone, telling you how much he loves you.

Another broken sob escapes from your lips. The memories rush in your mind one by one, bittersweet.

The faded smell of the perfume he sent you, his happy laughter, the way he associated words with so much grace, his sweet texts, his constant teasing.

But overall, all those times you were there for each other when nobody else was. He was your rock, and you were his.

"What if one of us sinks Y/N? How would we survive that?" the day he asked, you had no idea. You still don't, to be honest.

You wipe away another tear. Your empty stare goes to the door. Someone's standing there! You stand up immediately, your heart filled with hopeful butterflies for a moment.

"Y/N, come play with me, I'm bored!" the voice of your little brother breaks you even more, and another tear falls down to the ground. You whisper, softly, desperately: "I need a hug Tim...".

The toddler comes up to you and hugs you for a second before stepping back, his pretty eyes twinkling with joy. "Will you play with me now? Why are you crying?".

"I- Nothing I'm just tired." He nods, eager to get away with all those serious talks, and takes your hand, leading you to his bedroom.

An hour later, you stand in his room, a Lego block still in your hand. Your step dad yells at you for not playing with your brother correctly, but all that you can think about is Sacha.

Sacha and his difficult home situation, Sacha and his soothing voice, Sacha and the way you need him. Without a warning, your sobs fill the whole room.

You can feel the stare of your family. Your mom looks worried, Tim is hugely unimpressed, your step dad is annoyed and judgy.

You rush out, desperate to feel some fresh air in your lungs. The oxygen never seems to come to you, despite the amount of running you're doing.

You wander further and further in your village, ending up staring at the somber lake in front of you. You've always been afraid of the water, as it moves in a terrible and ethereal dance, filled with dead fishes.

But now, it attracts you. Ironically, Sacha loved swimming.

With slow movements, you put off all of your clothes, one by one. The men fishing next to you don't even bother to look up, let alone stop you from committing what you have in mind.

You glide one delicate finger against the surface of the water. It's freezing. Cold be damned, the fire of emotions is consuming you too much and needs to be calmed down.

You mutter one last "I need you... Now," before gliding your whole body in the dark and terrifying water.

Surprisingly, the lake envelops you more softly than any hug you ever got.

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J'aime écrire en anglais!

Ça me fait travailler le mien d'anglais !
( J'aime tes formes étranges )

C'est bien alors !
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