The last time I saw you, you were angry at me, you hated me.
The last time you saw me, I pretended to hate you, but in the inside I wanted you to ask me why I changed.
But you never did.
I forgot the way you smiled. The way you laughed. All I see now is you dead.
I want to forget the day I broke down in tears in the middle of driving. That day I remembered the time when I helped you up from the ground when you fell from your bike. And now I was too late to help you up. Once the tears fell, they wouldn't stop.
My memories return, but you never do.
I sobbed because I remembered the days when we were happy.
And now I sob because when you are gone my sky is grey.
The last time I saw you, the sky was a whirl of different colors, but none were blue for you have closed your eyes.
My favorite color is blue, but it's nowhere to be found.
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."
