Breathe in. Breathe out. I stare blankly at a screen, expecting something...anything. It's warm, but I'm still shaking. I scratch my arms and wrist with my own nails without realizing. Heavy breathing. My heart starts pounding over the smallest things. It goes faster and faster. I close my eyes. Darkness, nothing more. Brain filled, tired mind. Thoughts colliding thoughts. Tears stream down my face without my consent. Swollen eyes. I'm walking on solid ground that feels like thin air. It's like fire, water, wind, earth crashing against each other at the same time. It hurts, but it doesn't stop. All I search for is friction between my own hands because I can't keep them still. Invisible lumps on my back, that represent my pain and sorrow. I hear a ticking bomb on the back of my head, ready to explode. The need to punch something. Feel the burn in my fingers. The need to find an escape.
One day I found you. Everything made sense. The friction I searched in my hands, I found it in yours. The bomb stopped ticking and my heart started pounding for a better reason. You. To you I dedicated my life. Your perfume... my weakness. Your skin touching mine. Lips colliding. Heaven. Hell. All at once. I found it. I found it all in you. My angel. My devil. Warm breath against my cheek. Shivers down my spine. Marks on my neck like tattoos. Scratches on my back. Memories of the passing night. Afraid to hurt you. Afraid to change you. I ran. Blood down my legs... blurry sight. I fell on the floor. Woke up hours later. Blood down my wrist... blind. I fell on the floor. Didn't wake up. I saw the same darkness as before. This time there was a door. An exit.
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By: DelilahApple
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little short stories
Casuale(Written in English) Sometimes (mostly) sad other times happy short stories. It includes LGBTQ+ stories. Feedback is appreciated. Let me know if you notice any spelling mistakes. Hope you enjoy! - DelilahApple
