I've been whole before him, I was whole with him but now that he's gone I am not anymore.
I was whole without him. I worked, there was nothing that was constantly hurting me in the hardest way possible. And when he came, I was perfect. WE were perfect. We were whole, together. It wasn't my personal space and your personal space, it was ours. It was all so casual. We worked. We worked together so perfectly, we didn't have to talk, we knew each other from the beginning.
But then.
Then I had to make the worst decision in my life, but that's kinda good because it can't get worse anymore.
It started with him not letting me joke about him anymore. We were always joking about each other, it was never serious. It was personal. It was sexual. It worked. But then it didn't. He started to join another friend group. He didn't hang with us that much. He left. I hear people talking about the way it feels. They say it feels like your hand was chopped off. But it doesn't. It feels as if your organs, everything inside you, all your feelings were taken from you. Cut out without any anesthetic. And you're just a mere shell. You were a shell before it. But you don't know what you miss until you felt it. And until it's gone again.
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Random Shortstories
Short StoryJust the random thoughts that I have, put into stories. [[also kinda trying to work through my emotions]] × WARNING × MAY BE GORE, SEXUAL, OR JUST PLAIN WEIRD.
