Emilia

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I held my necklace as I leaned over the balcony to see the streets below.
No, I'm not jumping.
Every December 20th, I look over this balcony and remember it all.
All that happened 4 years ago exactly.
At times I wanna tell myself how lucky I am Isaac was involved in my life. If he  wasn't, I wouldn't be here.

But then I remember how unlucky I am, that I am still here. Still breathing. Still living.

But dead inside.

I stumble back from the edge unaware of my own surroundings. I lift a hand to my head, the earth beginning to spin rapidly. I step inside, before I fall to the ground.

I seem to fall forever.
Then I black out.

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