My eyes open and stare at the ceiling. The news of the death of someone dear to me resonates in my mind. However, I have not shed one tear. Is this what it truly means to be numb? I can't even cry from death?
The words bounce around my head as I slip my feet out of the covers and onto the floor. I walk across the room to get to the bathroom but stop halfway and turn towards the wall full of posters. Nothing.
No joy.
No sadness.
No happiness.
No pain.
Nothing.
I go back to heading to the bathroom, which as I wash my hands, I look in the mirror. How could you not cry? The thought escapes as I lock eyes with my reflection.
Next thing I know, I'm back in my bedroom and taking down all the posters. Old, new, nothing is left. I look at my pictures and go for the ones that are nearby. They don't give me happiness anymore, so why should they remain?
Nothing brings me happiness.
The sadness I craved still doesn't appear as I stand in my now empty room.
My dear, you deserved better.
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Once Upon A Thought
Short StoryEver have those moments where you're writing something and loving the story line, then one day you have no inspiration to finish? Well guys that's me on almost everything I write, so here's a book full of my one or so paged stories that I'll probabl...
