As I lay in my bed with Kyle still sleeping, I start to think about the past.
A few months ago, I was in tears everyday.
A few months ago, I wasn't eating my food at lunch and skipping breakfast.
A few months ago, I felt so hopeless and guilty.
A few months ago, I didn't know that I'd be able to be alright again.
I stare at Kyle from the corner of my eye.
A few months ago, I didn't know I could live without Ky in my life.
But, apparently I can.
And I'm trying to be okay with that.
And I will try every goddam day, even if it kills me.
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No Talking, Nor Speaking
Short Story"I wish I could talk to you, but it doesn't look like I can anymore." 5/5/15 #10 in short stories
