My life had no meaning without him. Though I drown in the sorrows of my own naivety and sorrow, I am ignited with a furious passion that keeps me afloat just long enough for me to run out into the snow. I have awoken the depths of Hell with my cries of the need of him, of more of him. He is the air I breathe.
I cannot help but confess that a feeling of depression washed over me as I watched him walk away. His cold, Godlike figure growing smaller and smaller struck a core that I wished had not been disturbed. The heat had left my body frigid with disappear, as though I were being hollowed out by my own soul.
He did not turn back to look at me, but I could not turn my eyes away from him. I felt compelled to not break my spirit quite yet, the memories flooding my mind at that moment. His smile, his tears, his warmth - it was all too engrossed, too attached to me to let go of. His presence would forever haunt me.
The dormant tears that I had kept in a pristine vase had, at last, cracked. I was no more a picture of wealth and respect: I was the sun ridden of its colors. I felt myself sink to the ground, dirtying the coat he had bought me. The winter winds had turned my tears to frost and clung to my face, blinding me from the ever-shrinking figure that would never turn back.
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In-Between the Shadows
Historical Fiction⚠MATURE AND DARK THEMES⚠ COMPLETED Daniel's story *** Isaac Darlington doesn't know what he wants. He's stuck. Trapped. Training to become a doctor and running away to New York City seemed like the right choice for him to escape. Now lost, Isaac do...
