Short stories

Dear diary

Feb.14th 2015- Saturday

I've never been so sick of the cold. I've never been so cold either. I think winter's wearing off in me..

I went to the doctors today and our session ended with "it doesn't look like it'll ever warm up again." I cried because I barely felt a thing when he said it.

There's no medication in the world that can thaw the cold, and there's no cuspids arrow crafted that can help me love again, I'm sorry.

When I walked up to that black lifeless box of yours, I swear I could feel something splinter inside me. all of me. not just my heart, but my soul as well.

I. cracked.

As I watched you fade. You faded but your body stayed as I lost you. the last few months your heart was only beating, I was looking at someone I didn't know.

You've become a complete and gruesome stranger to me, I can't even look at your picture the same. Because the person I remember now, was a perfectly healthy boy... sporty, funny, caring and beautiful. But as your senses started to end, so did I.

So now I'm sitting alone, with nothing left to hold me together any longer. Pencil and paper in hand I write my love to you, because my

frozen heart can love no more...