Hey! So this is teeny tiny sample of what might one day become a full stort. So check it out and leave me some feedback. Sorry for the weird formatting, I'm writing it on my phone, I currently do not have a computer.
I Just want to sleep
Tired, so very tired... How long has it been? A day? A week? Months? Years? At this point I can't even tell.
His face. His face was the last thing I saw, at least I had that to take with me. Now I just live in a world of shadows, soft whispers echoing in the background. I feel an ache here and there, it provides a sort of comfort. The ache means that I can still *feel*, i'm still alive.
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"Is she ever going to wake up?"
No. But I want to.
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I'm tired. I don't understand why they can't just let me sleep. The ache that once provided comfort is now a dead weight. It reminds me of what I can no longer have, its been too long. What type of life is this? This isn't living! I want to scream, beg them to let me sleep... but they can't hear me... I'm so alone....
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I wonder what his life is like now? Its been a while since I heard his voice. His voice deep and soothing. He's forgotten about me... Started a new life, he's given up. He knows i'm not coming back.
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I don't want to sleep anymore! I want to go back! I want to be with him! I don't deserve this! I was a good person... wasn't I?
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" What movie should we watch?"
" Hmmmm.... what about that new mystery movie?"
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Memories haunt me. I'm slowly beginning to remember. Laughter, smiles, tears. Our relationship wasn't perfect, far from it, but we still loved each other.
I'm not angry at him anymore. I'm not angry that he forgot about me. I want him to be happy. I want someone to give him the happiness I was never able to completely give him.
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" Her hearts stopping! Hurry!"
My body jerks. My breathing speeds up. The darkness is now full of bright lights, shadows moving through it.
Finally.
I can hears voices. They're trying to help me. Trying to shove me back into the darkness. I want to tell them to give up.
It's surprisingly easy to just let go. I feel no pain as my heart begins to slow down. A warm blanket wraps around me. I can finally sleep. My last memory is a pair of warm brown eyes, and a mop of black hair.
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A babies cry pierces the night.
" Congratulations! It's a girl."
The doctor hands the newborn baby girl to the proud parents. The tired mother smiles down at her baby.
"She looks just like her daddy."
The proud father grins. The little girl sports a tuft of black hair, though she hasn't opened her eyes yet he knows she will have his brown eyes.
" Laila." The mother whispers.The young father looks up.
" That will be her name." The mother whispers to him. He stares at her, and a smile breaks across his face. "Thank you."
*Laila*, he thinks. He smiles softly at his daughter, he looks out the window thinking of a love lost.
