She stared at the grey stone that was still covered in dew from the cold, rainy night that had only just passed. It had been another sleepless night, another night of listening to the sounds of the outside world. It felt like there were miles between me, and the couple that I heard in the middle of the night, making out beneath my window. In fact, there were only a few meters between them and me, but it felt like they were in a different world.
In my mind, I cursed the grey stone, that now represented everything that my life had once been. Everything that had once made me happy, had now been turned into a stone that I couldn't help but visit daily. Twice a day, in fact. The remains that lay under the stone had been my everything. My friend, my family, my intimate. And now, he was gone.
The world felt like a commonplace, now that his presence had left this world. I remembered that evening like yesterday, although it had been quite a while ago, now. My former friends were always sighing that I should return to work, that I had grieved long enough, but I couldn't tear myself away from the routine that had become my life. I visited him at dawn, and then again when I could see when the evening light started to enter my window.
I glanced around, and realized that it was time to go, before more people would visit the cemetery. I left, telling him that I would be back tonight.
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Short Stories
Historia CortaA collection of short stories that I've written, or am writing. Many of these are based on songs by artists like All Time Low, Against The Current or Simple Plan, but they are not fanfiction! I just like to base my stories on specific lyrics or feel...
