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4/4/2021

My dearest love,

Your picture sat at the front of the ceremony, my love.

Your beautiful smiling face lit up the whole room and caused my own smile to grow too.

I watched as your mother's cheeks grew wet with tears thought it was only amusing to me knowing that she never loved you like I did.

They told me you swayed as your mother found you, you face already blue and swollen with wide ghastly eyes. I wish I had been able to see it.

If only you had lasted longer we could have went together like I intended.

When I say I still love you solemn looks are sent my way, as if their heart grows sad at the thought of my lost love but I am not ashamed. The very thought of you is enough to keep me going till the end of my days.

My reflection is almost unrecognisable in the mirror. I can feel the mountains of pills infecting my veins, swarming my insides like an infection disease though it still feels numb.

My health is worsening but my fears are being alleviated knowing that any threat of being alone is gone now that you await me on the other side with open arms.

See you in hell, my love.

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