Some angsty-angst for y'all! Love yah!
"Only those of pure heart can cross the border," the sphinx said, looking straight at you. Then, her gaze lingered on me and, if I had a heart, it would have begun racing.
"I am of pure heart," you replied, a little lie that made no sense.
"You have never sinned?" The half eagle, half lion-woman queried. You nodded and gulped. "Never loved, never hated, never killed?" No, NO, NO!, I answered, but you nodded yet again. And me!? What about me!?, I screamed at you, floating in front of your face. Your lover, your enemy, your crime!, but you couldn't hear me, you never did, even when I was alive. "Very well, then. Go ahead, enter," the lady challenged you.
You smiled, reached towards the gate and sighed happily. I tried to hold you back, but I was a ghost, merely a half-formed idea who couldn't, wouldn't, move on. And yet I still had hope that you would notice me, acknowledge that I was still there with you. You touched the cold metal and I closed my eyes. I could not bear to see your betrayal, did not want to see your glowing face as you entered Heaven. I think there was a light, bright and hurtful even to my closed eyes.
"Hey..." I heard a soft whisper and I opened my eyes. If I had tears I would have cried. Instead I just hugged your ghost as your real, burnt body crumpled to ashes on the ground. "You're here..." You cried. "You waited," and I nodded as I finally let go.
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The Lost Dreams of a Broken Poet
Short StoryA collection of poems and short stories I write when I'm bored. Most of the themes are sad, so I hope that, in a hundred years when I'm long dead, students read them as part of their Literature lessons. XD ⚠Major character death in some stories⚠
