This is my first story guys, this is really personal, feedback is so welcome, hope you guys like it!! (btw this is not a finished story by any means)
We all love the rain; it blends in with the tears that spill from your eyes, like a never ending river. One that thunders deep in your core. You feel the sobs shake your bones, you feel your heart, crack, then shatter. You know that your happiness is gone, drowned by your tears, and your heartbreak. You are gone. Broken. You are hollow. You are not you anymore. You are pieces. Your mind, in circles, spiralling. You are too tired, to exhausted. To drained to wake up every day, to drained to wear that same mask, to tired to exist anymore. Your hands are shaking, adding to the tremble of your body. I don't feel the cold hitting my skin, the world is colder, and I am all too used to it. You are weak my brain whispers, I furrow my eyebrows, building a wall, but my brain is smart. It breaks through. The pounding of my heart inside my chest, the cracking of the thunder. My breath, my heart, my head, my brain. I cant, I just cant. No more please no more. My silent cry begging me. Begging the universe. Footsteps break my thoughts, thudding through the muddy ground surrounding my small patch of concreate. My own little space, where my thought are hitting me harder than a truck. I bend my head, wrap my arms around my head and the sobs continue to rack my body.
The wind wooshes beside me, a body sits next to me, then warm arms wrap me up, enveloping me, surrounding me in this heat that I recognise. I lean into the warmth but it only seems to make me hurt more. Make me break into more pieces. I'm so tired. As my sobs drains, so does the light from my eyes. Slowly I slip into blackness.
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Winters Night
Short StoryThe rain opens up places of our healing heart, cracking them open, splintering the heart. Yet darkness has an end. Darkness is not forever. Light is the end, light should conclude your story not darkness. Light should inspire life. (This story is ba...