"I wish you were here."
He says
Eyes glistening with sadness
"I miss you so much Mary"
He breathes out before standing up,
Looking one last time into the mirror
"Behind you" the letters that had now formed
Said
He turned around
Only to be faced with nobody
He always fell for the mirrors lies
The reoccurring lie that she would return
That she didn't really leave
That she was always there
But now he had finally accepted
She want coming back.
YOU ARE READING
A collection of short stories
Historia CortaI'm mostly bored 24/7 so I made this to take up some of the time
