The house that was once filled with love, laughter, happiness and joy is now filled with silence.
It feels haunted. Maybe it is cause I have been lurking around.
He is merely existing.
The slow movements of his body while he breaths is the only proof of him living.
People around him have started to worry about him.
They have begged him to share his grief with them. Talk to them. Express his sadness but he has shut down.
There is now life in his eyes.
The days where it was all sunshine and rainbows have gone.
It's all dark rainy days.
Once upon a time I loved rainy days and he learned to love it for me. Now I hate it cause it's how his life have become.
I watch him as he takes out one of my dress from the closet and wraps it around him.
He smells it.
He kisses it.
He snuggles in it.
It's one of my favourite dress. The reason being him.
That is the first ever thing he ever gave me. There were thousands of other that came after but it remained my favourite.
Even though it didn't fit me anymore I still kept it.
He takes the frame from the nightstand and kisses it.
The first ever photo of us together.
He kisses it again and again until his lips are swollen but still doesn't stop.
The loneliness is making him slowly slip into madness.
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This is the first time I have written something like this. So don't hesitate to say if you like or don't like it.
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Watching You
أدب نسائيWhen someone dies do they look after the person they love? This is a short story of a girl who dies but becomes a ghost and watches the love of her life. --------------------------------- This is a re-upload. I deleted the first time I posted this...
