𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 - 𝘔𝘴.𝘝𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦

anticipating

.・゜゜・ ・゜゜・．

I managed to get myself together once again so I grabbed the shampoo bottle that was still unopened. The shampoo was a light beige color and the smell of coconut and vanilla flashed my face as soon as I removed the lid. I missed my purple shampoo with the smell of violets.

This thought brought a specific memory to my mind as I spilled shampoo over my hair;

When (y/n) was bathing me that one time. Oh, how I missed her tender touch, how she slowly massaged shampoo into my hair and dried it off with care later.

After washing my hair with steaming hot water I stepped out of the shower. I put a towel around my back and walked out of the bathroom searching for clean clothes. Looking back at the bathroom, my stained dress was still lying on the floor.

I entered one of many rooms and opened the drawers. Perfectly folded clothes were inside. None of those were quite my type though. I just took one violet, puffy nightgown and velvet, magenta lingerie. I dropped my towel on the floor as I slipped inside the comfort of the clothes.

Holding on tightly to my cane, barefoot, with my hair still damp, falling over my shoulders, I walked over to the hallway where was the huge glass wall. It revealed the beautiful purplish night sky and the stars. The starts. She told me I was in her stars.

I know that sometimes the right way to love is to leave, but I truly hope she will return to me.-I thought as I placed my palm onto the glass. A tear escaped my eye once again whilst my lips formed a soft smile...

Some time's passed;

I don't know how long I've been here, alone. I suppose it's been days, weeks. I have to admit I stopped counting. Nowadays all I hear are the unspoken words and silence has become the only language I am fluent in. Hope was slowly leaving me, but memories never would.

All my days were the same. I felt numb. I would just sit next to the glass wall or the fireplace with a hot drink in my hands, still, with some ridiculous hope, she is coming back. I hoped someday I'll be free, when the pain leaves, but something about her always made me feel alive and a little less lost. I'm strong, but I'm exhausted... I dream of her when I am wide awake. Every night, I would whisper to the stars;

Dearest, I love you past the moon and miss you beyond the stars.

...In hopes she was somewhere, looking back at those stars and wishing she was in my arms. Why did you end our forever?

At some point, I suppose I just stopped attempting in forgetting her, because all the world was not enough to forget her.

I made my way to the bathroom as I was about to take another exhausting shower. I took off my clothes and looked into my bare reflection in the mirror as I slowly ran my fingers over the old scars on my chest, which were no longer painful. I suppose I love my scars because they have stayed with me longer than most people have.

After the shower, I made my way to the room that I picked out for myself because I was, obviously, the only one around. I laid down while listening to the blaring silence that was soon interrupted by a loud thud from the first floor...