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Part 1 - The seasons without you -
The alarm rings in my ears, as it has been for the past five minutes. Yet all I did was stare at the beige ceiling, tracing over the barely noticeable cracks, as I had been the entire night. I noticed when the sun began to rise and peek through the opening in the curtains, and when the neighbours began to tend to their farms.
10 minutes. My arm reaches out and the alarm stops.
I push aside the heavy blanket and stand on the cold wooden floor.
My clothing is already neatly folded on the wooden desk, placed there the previous night.
The fabric scratches against my skin as I slip them on, then I'm out the bedroom door.
I keep my head low, eyes pinned to the floor. I didn't dare look up, not when I could see the smiling pictures of him and I, lovingly framed and placed on the hallway walls. I'm sure he's smiling in those pictures, just as he always should be.
I want to see that smile again, someday.
I hope it'll be tomorrow, or maybe today.
But I won't be able to see it.
I walk as quickly as I can away from that hallway.
I don't want to see those pictures, less the guilt come up, an unwanted monster, to swallow me whole and never let go.
Because it's all my fault.
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Short StoryInspired by https://youtu.be/xqkit6VGC0k [Sakurairo Maru Koro] *** The scenery of blossoming life, the sounds of chattering out the door, the golden sunset above those rainbows, the snow falling like diamonds from the sky. You gave me all of these...
