-May 31st, 1231-
A small, warm, salty tear races down my rouge cheeks, dripping off my jaw and onto the boy that lay before me. The man that wiped away my tears. The boy that lit up the room. The boy that is being taken away from me now.
“P-please don’t l-leave!” I manage to choke out, my throat dry as sand paper.
“Venus, I’m so sorry.” He sighs, kissing my forehead lightly before turning around and leaving me to drown in sadness. My knees shake, then buckle beneath me, tears escape my eyes, and my throat closes up. My head becomes heavy, like it will fall off my shoulders. Like how a baby can’t sit up when it is young because its head is too heavy. Yes, that is what is happening. I face plant into the soft, green grass, watering the seeds with my eyes.
“Venus, dah-ling, come, come. You have a fitting.” Of course Leo is here right now. Can’t he tell I need my space? My best friend just left.
May Mother and Father burn in Hell!
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