Before I start, I added the song because the lyrics are just so intense. Each time this shows up on my playlist my thoughts are legitimately "Oh fuck, I'm not wearing waterproof mascara am I?". I've never once listened to this song without crying and I truly think this is an appropriate for this oneshot. Anyways! Let's do this thing.
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To see her in his arms was always like a stab in the heart. Each laugh from her from his jokes were murder on my ears. I don't know where I went wrong.
A heart breaking sounds like guitar strings snapping,
It's the notes to a song that'll never happen.
Seventh doctors visit in a month, something definitely was wrong. They found tumors on the frontal lobe of my brain, I barely had any time. I was allowed to leave, and finish as many things I could on my bucket list. (Perverted connotations not intended.)
I went to the parties I could, but he was always there with her. I just looked down and looked into the swishing drink in my hand. I pulled the sleeves of my sweater over my hands as couples around me dance. My eyes watered as I saw them with a wide grin and a smirk.
But the lights that burn shortest,
Are the lights that burn brightest.
I was given a week. I never mentioned anything to my friends, they were all busy with their lives and my days were filled with appointments trying to add to my limited days but I knew nothing would happen. I laid in my hospital bed, listening to monitor beat slower. Slower and slower, until there was nothing left. My eyes shut and I never asked why it was me. Why I was left with this pain in my life. It was a pointless question with an open ended question.
A heart breaking sounds like guitar strings snapping,
The notes of a song that'll never happen.
I knew they were at my service, but there were no tears. They felt betrayed that I never said anything. No one said anything as wind blew through the trees around my grave. I knew that they all had one question: why didn't they tell us anything?
But the one feeling, the one emotion that filled the air and swirled around the small memorial: regret.
My last days I asked to be around my friends, but they all had plans. Or simply said no. I needed intend to die out of spite, it wasn't convenient either. A coincidence.
A heart breaking sounds like guitar strings snapping.
