|| MATURE THEMES: SUICIDE ||
10 days is,
240 hours,
Or 14400 minutes,
Or 864000 seconds.
That's how much time they had
together before her last breath.
✶ ✶ ✶
I hadn't told a single soul about how I felt, including Johnnie. He would tell...
𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓... was suffocating, its darkness weighing heavily on my soul. It felt as if the weight of the world had been poured into five buckets, threatening to crush me. The ten days had passed, and I was teetering on the edge of a morbid death. Every movement was an agonizing struggle as I reached out to grab my phone from the counter. With each keystroke, my body screamed in pain, but I had an urgent need to express my love for Johnnie. However, the excruciating agony became unbearable, forcing me to halt my typing halfway.
I took it as a sign.
I deleted the sentence and typed a new one, my heart heavy with sorrow. I texted him the very first words we spoke when we met, but now they carried an unbearable weight. It was my final message to the boy I loved so deeply, the one who unknowingly brought light into my darkness. He will never know the depths of my love, for I needed to spare him the pain it would bring. I wept for the love that could never be.
It was better to take it to the grave then tell him.
That's how my story came to an end. It was a haunting and horrible journey, filled with missed opportunities. I can only imagine Johnnie, now lost in the embrace of another, dancing with the girl of his dreams. I hope he found the strength to overcome his own battles with depression and pursue his passions. I deeply regret not being the one to hold his hand, dance with him, or share a love that could have blossomed. In every parallel universe, I yearn for a different outcome, where our love could have been.
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