Short Stories

Alone

Have you ever been Alone? Have you ever felt completely hollow on the inside? I have. I've felt my heart break countless times. And every time, I've picked up the pieces one by one, and glued them back together. But each time, it gets harder and harder to fit those pieces together. They get warped. Cracked. Torn. Bent. Until my heart is just a caricature of what it was before. And I've started to run out of reasons to put them back together in the first place. Because I've lost everything.

My family, my friends, my house, my life's work, my actual life.... And the man I love. Because he's in love with the girl who killed me. And now, he's trying to forget about me, replace me with someone else, someone who only loves himself and could never, ever love him the way I did. The way I still do.

I don't understand. Am I just destined to be this way? Forgotten? Discarded? Pulled apart and put back together again over and over like some sort of science project? Am I just unloveable? Why does everybody and everything I love abandon me?

I never abandoned him. Not even in death. But here he is, only a day or two after my murder, with another man..... Replacing me. Forgetting me. Leaving me, as well as my memory, to rot in a body dump.

As long as he's happy, right? Everything is fine as long as he's happy and alive. That's what I keep telling myself. I don't need to be loved as long as I can love him. I don't need anybody to love me. Ever.

But I think I'm lying to myself.

I think I have been for a long time.

And I don't think I can for much longer.