Did you know how I spent every second while you were gone, even my dreams were filled with your face, your presence, your love...and i was always reminded with a jerk that you're not with me anymore, that you're dead, that I can't feel your care anymore, I can't feel your warmth, your protectiveness, you...
It felt like my very being was shredded apart that night, I didn't cry, i couldn't believe it because you said you wouldn't leave, no matter what happened, you said with your soft voice that you reserved only for me that you would stay...but you didn't, you left, you left me behind
She wishes she could just stop feeling for a moment because it's becoming really hard to breathe, to not choke on her words, the hurt wants to get out but she's can't find a way, she wants to scream, yell, cry and just lie in mud until there's nothing left of her. Instead there's a empty bottle in her hand and she is soaked to bone, a shivering mess in cold dreary raining night and even the alcohol in her system can't seem to drown the cause of her grief, the cause that's standing before her, the rain passing through her like she's just some ghost and perhaps Karishma is, Haseena thinks, Karishma is a ghost and she came back to haunt her.
What a cruel joke...
and Haseena wants to laugh because it really is morbidly funny, she is insanely drunk, grieving, standing in the rain with no care of herself or anything actually, she feels dead inside and there's nothing she wants to do about it and then there's Karishma who's actually dead, who's corpse Haseena had cradled to her chest, who can't do anything about her situation and most funny thing, Haseena doesn't even know if this Karishma infront of her is a ghost or her imagination or both.
"I'm going inside", she passes through Karishma, a shiver spiking from her neck to the base of her spine, the winds pick up speed behind her, I'm alone, she's not really here.
"Haseena", or maybe she is...
"Maddam Sir, I told you to call me that", the house is as cold as outside save for the rain, she slams the door behind her, stumbling her way to the nearest bedding lest she loses her strength anytime and meets the floor in less than an unfashionable way.
"Stop doing this to yourself Maddam Sir", Karishma pleads, Can a imagination have emotions or am I truly going insane.
"Doing what", exhaustion and alcohol are catching up to her, the world slowly blurring away.
"Hurting yourself", her voice is far away but Haseena catches the words, she wants to throw back a retort but world is fading away and she is dwindling away and everything is growing dark and quiet. A wave of sleep washes over her and Haseena let's herself taken away.
--at fault..
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Author's Note
Hiya reader family, there's not much action in this fic just two friends grieving each other's pain.
Peace out...
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Six feet from you
Paranormal"How does it feel to be dead" "cold" "How does it feel to be alive" "empty"
