My Dream.
I had a dream that he died.
He died from electrical shock from an electrical gadget.
I walked up to his casket. His face was pale and still. His eye lashes drooped over his cheeks. He looked happy.
I knelt beside him and took a deep, shaky breath. "You promised you wouldn't electricute yourself," I whispered, remembering distinctly the conversation.
I started crying. No. I started bawling. I grasped my stomach and and held my mouth, trying to stop my loud exhalations. Once I was under more control, I looked around the room to make sure no one was watching. I turned to him again, and I kissed my pointer finger, and planted the transferred kiss onto his cold lips. I could have sworn I saw him smile.
"I love you, you nerd. My nerd..."
I stood up, stared at him for a few more seconds, and walked away.
My friend came and asked me how I was. "He's gone," I said, eyes swelling up. I ran out of the room and right into his mom. She hugged me and started crying.
"You loved him didn't you?"
"Yeah," I replied bluntly. "A lot."
"I think he loved you too."
"Not for long, and he stopped. I'm so sorry. I really am."
I hugged her once more and hugged his dad as he came in. Then I ran out and grabbed my skateboard.
My black corset dress was cold in the fall wind, but I didn't care. I had no jacket and didn't care. The cold bursts of air soothed my soul.
I rode my skateboard to the beach and collapsed by the sand.
My true love was gone. He died. He was no more. He didn't need to worry about me liking him anymore. I'm happy for him. But did he have to die?
