What was I thinking? Leaving him like that?
I didn't mean to. It was all so fast, I wasn't even thinking. If I knew, it would've been different.
The September rain beat down on me as I ran. I could barely see a thing but I kept running. I don't even know where. Where could I even go at this hour after all was said and done?
I'm running. Back into the woods, back to where it all began. Down to the tracks. I can't stay, as much as I want to. I would've stayed there all night with him if the sound of sirens didn't snap me away from my thoughts. No, I can't run from the cops! That looks too suspicious. Besides, I didn't even do anything wrong.
What was I doing?
I still don't have the answer to that. But I see him. I can see his face, his eyes wide open with horror as he screams.
What was I thinking?
Nothing. Nothing at all.
Jumping up from my bed, I place a hand on my chest to calm my beating heart. It was just a dream. Just a dream.
I looked out the window and could see the rain coming down just like it had that night. I knew he was out there somewhere. Whether he was alive or dead, he was out there.
"You'll never get over me," he tells me.
My snarky mind responds with: "watch me!"
He was right. It's only been 2 weeks and I haven't slept since.
I sigh and push myself out of bed, turning on the lamp.
It was just a dream. It was just a dream.
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Inspired by Music
Short StoryOne shots and short stories inspired by some of my favorite songs, because why not? Most of these are going to be Beatles, Monkees, and a-ha. Some of these will include members of the band/artist it's by, but not all of them. I will provide a link t...
