judith,
i think i need fresh air. i feel like i'm getting suffocated by this sensation lingering in the air. is this death scent? a new brand of perfume? probably.
i went outside alone and i feel like life is so cruel. it's already midnight therefore it is already december 31. it's been three hours since you left me. since you left us.
and just... why?
i cried as i see fireworks from above. it's so colorful yet, i can't seem to appreciate it. i was supposed to love fireworks...
until you ruined all of it.
it's not like i'm blaming you or something. you ruined it because of me.
i closed my eyes as i can hear the fireworks boom from the sky. feeling the breeze hiss against me and then i heard a faint whisper.
'this is your fault.' and then i cried. my conscience agrees with me.
i cried and i covered my face with my hands until i felt arms wrapped around me. it's so warm though, my heart feels so cold. so empty.
it's like i'm just an empty shell of tori.
so bittersweet.
lovingly yours,
tori
YOU ARE READING
Judith [small caps intended]
Não Ficção"no, i can't smile," i said . "why?" my mom asked. "because she's dead and it's all my fault." [BASED ON A TRUE STORY] [Spiritual #937] 1/25/14 [Spiritual #933] 1/26/14 Judith on Goodreads : https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22397633-judith