i want to see you. i can only hear you, though.
i see only black and feel rough sheets and a lumpy bed underneath my back.
i can't open my eyes or move, but i'm disturbingly calm.
you're apologizing to me.
i don't know how saying sorry can fix the past like a miracle band-aid.
but you must think it will if you say it enough.
YOU ARE READING
Empty Hearts
Short Storyif you loved me why'd you leave me? A really sad genderless story