epilogue (n) meaning; a conclusion to what has happened.
"How am I going to be an optimist about this?"
Ashton Peter Parker PoV
Sometimes, I see her.
Not just her name carved into a stone.
But I'll see her for a quick second, before I blink
and that is all it takes for her to fade away.
Dad isn't quite a drunk but he has too many
at night.
I suggest maybe he should go out and find a girl,
but he always shouts, and apart of me is relieved.
I am eighteen today, not like anyone cares.
So, I go to see my mom.
I cry.
And I feel a hand on my shoulder but I don't bother to look
because I am consumed by crying, I rarely allow myself
the chance to cry.
The moment I turn I see a shining face,
and I know it's my mom.
"My dear , sweet, Ashton." Is all she says.
Happy Birthday to me.
YOU ARE READING
When you were still sane
Short StoryThe Sequel to: When you were still here. The PoV is from Ash EDIT: written when i was 15, cringe-y to re-read, deep poet try-too-hard-wannabe, read at your own risk.