Emerson
We make masks out of our self loathing, we all do. Some are ripped and sown back together, some never tainted by light.
But some of us? We make it into a home, a warm blanket: comfortable and warm.
We pull it over our heads, our skin, our flesh, our bones, our flaws, until all of it is under the surface.
I guess I should've known better than asking for more, I guess I should've stayed under my blanket.
My life was always filled with could'ves and should'ves but even through everything I went through, I'm glad I did it because -even if for just the most fleeting moment- I had you.
I always saw people as lights, and everytime I walked through the school I'd look around and see every light shining.
Every light I'd ever seen outshined me, so did you, but you were different. Every other light shone blinding, but you were a hearth. Warm and alive, compassionate and carefree. Everyone else showed me my flaws like they were a neon sign so high up I could never get rid of it but you showed me what I could be.
You consumed me everytime I touched you, you burned away my mask and saw the real me.
And I couldn't even hate you for it.
And then suddenly you were gone.
No more of warm fires, only cold nights. Frostbites were covering my hands and legs and I'm felt numb
No more of your big talk. The silence was so defeaning , there was blood seeping out my ears.
All in the blink of an eye.
Because you're gone, and I'm to blame.
You're dead, Elliot Walker, and I can never get you back.
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A/N: My first attempt at writing in a while now.
Thank you for reading <3
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The Warmth In Pain
Teen FictionHigh shool junior Emerson Martinez believes she is the reason for her boyfriend, Elliot's, death. No evidence points to her, she was nowhere near him during his death and there are several witnesses who confirm she didn't even know where he was the...
