One sunny day, you walk with your friends through a rose park in your city. You're laughing and telling jokes. They're ignoring you, but you keep making those jokes. You see a friend of yours crying, frustrated. You try to cheer he up, even without you knowing how. Sounds like you made it worse. You ask for forgiveness. You begin to cry, lamenting silently. They walk away, but you don't realize it, you were busy crying for not knowing how to help.
You look up again, to where your friends were supposed to be, you look in all directions to find that no one waited for you. You lower your eyes again, lose strength and, in the middle of the lake bridge surrounded by red chrysanthemums, you collapse to cry, this time louder and more painful.
You realised, no, you confirm it. You were not important. You were nothing. Just an extra, a ghost. No one waited for you, no one ever asked you about your health or personal situation. You finally opened your eyes and for the third time. You knew about this already, you knew it, but you didn't want to admit it. You preferred a thousand times to be ignored than abandoned and so it was. They left you aside and confirming it broke your heart and what little sanity you had, it left.
Wiping the tears from your soft, glassy eyes, you wake up heading home, thinking of all the mistakes you've made, your heart shattered to pieces, no sanity, nothing more than your sorrowed figure, and a tiny glimmer of hope that was close to missing, close to disappear with your body... Your shadow...
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Collection of short stories
General FictionStories never shared before. A bit of everything: stories of abandonment, sadness, regrets and sometimes joy. Maybe you find your safe place here, dunno! Just enjoy ;) Only created for entertainment. The cover is not mine. It's a photo of Ginza, Jap...
