The next morning, the sun shines amidst the clouds, and your bloodshot eyes stare out of the window, staring at everything and nothing altogether. Your hands still hold my sheets close to your chest, next to your heart, which is beating too slow.
Birds chirp, the city begins hustling, there is chatter on the roads, yet, there is complete silence in our home. Not a single movement is heard, not even a single syllable of breath. And all I can see are silent tears escaping your eyes, falling down the sides of your face as you lay on our bed.
Your purse your lips to swallow the lump of tears in your throat, and by now, those sheets in your hands are soaked with your tears.
How long will you cry, Chan? I am never coming back. And I hate to say that.
Chan, I am sorry. I should not have taken my own life.
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Apologies From The Grave » bangchan
Fiksi Penggemar"I'm sorry, I couldn't stay... not even for you." In which he tries to cope with his loss. - a Bang Chan fanfiction - trigger warning: suicide, death, heavy themes - angst - short story - completed
