Skin.

-Prologue-

You know that feeling of wanting to let go

of someone, yet you can't see yourself without

them? Wanting to move on yet staying still,

wanting to be happy again yet the thought of

leaving only makes the sorrow worsen. And all

the memories of you and that person, all the

laughs, all the small gestures, all the love, only

makes it harder to go.

There was a time we were happy. A time so

long ago that makes me wonder what went

wrong, what did I do wrong? He used to be so

full of life, so happy. He used to laugh at

everything, even when I thought it was dumb.

He made doing life a lot better. Whatever went

wrong, where ever we went wrong, I wish more

than anything to just go back to that moment

everything screwed up and just hold him.

I've tried talking to him, I've tried

everything really. But the light that used to be

in his eyes are gone, his skin is cold, his lips are

set in a permanent frown. When I look at him

it terrifies me because something so dark, so

depressing, that can't be the same person I fell

for so long ago. He stays in that room in the

very far corner, he hasn't come out in months.

Sometimes when I'm in our bed I swear I hear

the door to that room creek open but then it's

shut back the next second.

He isn't him and because of that, I'm not

me. I miss him so much it physically hurts me.

I feel so empty not seeing him smile. There's

only so much a person can take before they

break and whatever caused him to be this

way... I can't help but wait for him though,

because even when I want to leave I know I

can't, he'll come back to me. I know it. He will

be back to his smiley, joking self again and we

will be happy again. I just need to figure out

what went wrong.