I want to forget the day you left me.
You were lying on the floor lifeless. Your blood stained on the floor.
Just one big spot of red.
Everywhere I looked, I saw red.
I collapsed to me knees, shaking you awake.
You were asleep.
Except your eyes were open, staring at me with those blue eyes.
And I knew one thing for sure.
It was all my fault.
YOU ARE READING
When You Are Gone
Short Story(Sequel to When We Were Happy. Spoilers included) It's not good to take things for granted. Especially people. Because you may never know the day that that person leaves your world slanted. "How do you feel?" "I don't."
