Bad dreams&sharp things /dalton rapattoni

2.6

I could make out shapes
Grey
White
Black
Shapes
And muffled sounds of speech.

"NO you cant leave me, PLEASE dont leave me" he weeped into my now tear stained jacket. His eyeliner running down my face.

"It was not supposed to end like this, please!" My lifeless body cold and pale. He takes my hand and puts it onto his wet cheek.

"Please baby, wake up for me...please your my everything" 

He places his free hand on my cheek. People surrounding us in a circle. Rain still falling on the two of us

And although we were surrounded by over 100 people at that moment...

We felt alone