2 am OneShots

ghosts

why are they such sad things?

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You wake up another day, wishing you hadn't. You lift your hand into view tiredly and then let it fall back down. You turn your body in the bed to see the empty spot beside you. Where they would've been sleeping, where they would've woken you up ages ago, where they would've leaned in to kiss your forehead good morning.

Sometimes, you swear in the dead of night you still can feel them, the soft wind somehow bending to embrace you while you relive memories of your time together with them. And that same feeling, as tears gathered in the corner of your eyes, touched your cheek so gently. It was extremely light, but you felt it as the same wind comforting you as always.

You swiped away the tears that threatened to fall and tried to find it in yourself to get up today. For three days now, you hadn't done anything. You just lay in bed and remembered your lover, their smile, their laugh, the feeling of their hand in yours, it made you wish you didn't take such overwhelming happiness for granted.

It made you wish you didn't take them for granted. Assuming because you were both healthy and young, that death wouldn't take away either of you. Your hand closed slowly, you knew you had things to do, you were lucky you took time off of work for 2 weeks when it happened. You had more than a week to start your normal routine.

But even now, just clenching your fist took so much energy, so much effort. Even the times you had to use the restroom took so much out of you. You sluggishly moved your arm to rest it on where your partner would be. You imagined them worrying over your state, they were your motivation now. If you did anything it should be for them.

Yes. Make them proud of me. I don't want to live feeling like this; is what you thought. But your body wouldn't comply, it felt so heavy. Forcing yourself, you sat upright, dizziness attacking your head instantly, but after it faded you slowly rose. You looked around, the room was surprisingly clean, although that was because you hadn't done anything to make it particularly dirty.

You felt so heavy like gravity had increased its burden by tenfold. You strolled over to the bathroom, looking at your dishevelled appearance in the mirror, your handheld the sides of the sink harshly as your legs felt like they'd crumble beneath you. You felt the same soft wind envelope you in a sort of weird hug. It was comforting in a way and you picked up the motivation to brush your teeth.

Once done, you exited the bathroom and made your way to the kitchen. The apartment you once shared with your lover was now empty, to see them snuggle into the couch right after getting out of bed and doze off again. You could almost see it. Almost.

A bittersweet memory. You go over to the cooker, feeling the urge to eat some eggs but you can't bring yourself to make it, you can't bring yourself to make anything at all. It's frustrating. Your limbs feel like lead but your stomach begs for food. Eventually, you settle for something less strenuous to obtain, grabbing a packet of crisps and pouring a glass of juice.

You slump on the couch, picking up the phone you discarded for the three days in the neglected living area. You turn it on, the screen darkened to adjust to the lighting and you looked at the plethora of notifications you'd received. Texts from friends, family and some that worried you, some from work, the bank and your landlord.

Just as you struggle to remember the password to your device, a friend you regard as your brother calls you. You press accept only to be greeted by a loud voice, "OH MY GOD THEY RESPONDED! HONEY ARE YOU ALRIGHT?"

You stay silent for a few seconds before responding, your voice was croaky and hoarse, "I'm okay. Did I worry you?"

"DID YOU WORRY ME?? OF COURSE YOU- YOU WENT RADIO SILENT FOR 3 DAYS!"