CACOPHONY | ✅

~04~

I am standing in our room, infront of the closet we've always shared.

I mechanically start to move your clothes around, my eyes searching for one specific piece of clothing, while my mind back to how just yesterday, I had a panic attack in this very room, at this very place.

But now I wonder why my heart doesn't bleed at that thought anymore.

I wonder why I've stopped aching all of a sudden.

I wonder what has just numbed me.

I pause when my eyes land on what ive been looking for. I stand there blankly staring at the dress I had espacially set aside for today.

It's a black dress. Plain black.

And though i know u will be wearing white today, I picked black.

Black, bacause it reminds me of my misery.

Black, because its devoid of every happiness.

Black, because it's the colour of mourning.

Black, because it complements me now.