"Why?", he asked.
"I stole everything from you, because i thought i could become you. I thought mother would lovingly call me by my name. That i would be surrounded by friends and fall in love. I was so jealous of you, that i even wanted to kill you. Even now, i still hate you. And even want to snap your neck. But... if it wasn't for you, i wouldn't have met her...and hold her", I said.
After hugging her tightly, i realized...
My hands are not for stealing. But for holding onto someone. It's warm. How can it be like this? Right now, with these two hands, I'm holding her. I can hold her...
This hand wasn't meant to steal. "So stupid". These hands are to paddle in the water. They're meant for hugging and connecting hearts...
They exist for us.
YOU ARE READING
Staring at the water
Short Story"Most of what makes a book 'good' is that we are reading it at the right moment for us" By Alain de Botton. A very short stories about reality: Heartbroken Sad Bully Cruel Love Friendship and Horror
