He was stood at the end of the corridor. Blood dripping down his arms, off his wrists. His skin was sliced. I could only watch. I couldn't hug him, scream or tell him I loved him. He needed me. But i've gone. I went 5 months ago to the day.
I grew my so called wings. I learnt how to "fly". Not to ruin the after life for you but it isn't much different, I am just no longer suffering. Those suffering pangs of existing. Those terrors of waking up at midnight, after a nightmare. That is what he is living. That unbearable suffering.
Well, ladies and gentlemen, I know why I haven't left yet. I am here to save him. To save a lost soul
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How to save a lost soul
Short StoryMe? I'm long gone. Free. But he isn't. I am here to help him. He became lost. Was it my fault? Probably, I wasn't there to guide him. He is empty. Torn apart. Well, I am going to be the light at the end of the tunnel for him. I will save you, Danny...
