Remember Me

3

I hesitated, unsure of how to respond.

The weight of the night pressed on my shoulders, and for a moment, I felt like the world was closing in around us. I sat down beside her, the coldness of the grass seeping through the fabric of my jeans.

"Why were you hoping I'd be here?" I asked cautiously, my gaze meeting hers.

She took a sip from the vodka bottle before responding, "You get it. You understand."

I nodded slowly, unsure of what exactly she meant but feeling a strange connection in our shared pain. We sat there in silence for a while, the only sound being the distant rustle of leaves and the occasional distant howl of a night wind.

"You know," Seren began, her words slightly slurred. "Sometimes, it just feels like it would be so much easier to give up. To just let go of everything."

I felt a chill run down my spine as her words echoed my own thoughts from earlier. The darkness in her eyes mirrored the storm within my mind.

"Yeah," I admitted, my voice barely audible. "I know what you mean."

She looked at me, searching for something in my eyes. The moonlight painted shadows on her face, emphasizing the weariness etched into her features.

"Everything just seems so hard," she said, her words heavy with a mixture of bitterness and longing.

It was a statement, not a question, but it hung in the air, demanding acknowledgment. It was strange, knowing that she looked the way she did. I tried not to think that in a superficial way, but I couldn't help it. By the looks of her, she could have anything she wanted. I could tell by her clothes that she came from money. I could tell that she was privileged. She was beautiful. So what was so hard?

"Yeah," I replied, a lump forming in my throat. "I know."

Seren's gaze dropped to the ground, and I could sense the weight of her own loneliness. It was a tangible thing, a presence that enveloped us both in the quiet cemetery.

"Sometimes," she continued, her voice barely a whisper, "it feels like everyone would be better off without me. Like I'm just a burden."

I didn't know how to respond. Her words struck too close to home, echoing the internal struggles I faced daily.

"Why are you a burden?," I asked finally, my words carrying a sincerity I hadn't expected.

She gave a hollow laugh, devoid of any humour. "I'm just so fucking sad, and no one knows why."

In the stillness of the graveyard, I could feel the magnitude of Seren's struggle, a struggle that resonated with the echoes of my own battles. I knew that we were both drowning in the same ocean of darkness.

"I get it," I whispered, my voice barely audible in the quiet night. "I feel the same way sometimes."

Seren's eyes met mine, and in that moment, it was as if the barriers between us crumbled, leaving behind an unspoken understanding.

"Nobody understands," Seren admitted, her vulnerability cutting through the cold night air. "They see the surface, but they don't see what's underneath."

"What's underneath?" I found myself asking, unable to stop the curious words from leaving my mouth.

Seren stilled, I could see the way her chest stopped rising with air. Just for a second, her face went blank, as if she was too busy inside her own mind to control the muscles of emotion. I didn't have to guess why. She was searching for the answer to my question. I don't think she knew the answer.