I want to forget how the paramedics took your body and covered it with a black sheet.
I didn't want to leave your side, so I banged the back of the ambulance with my fists shouting to let me in.
I collapsed to the floor again.
I let out a heart wrenching wail of pain, but I didn't let myself shed a single tear.
You are not gone.
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."
