Dying Embers

0.3 -sweets

Rain fell hard on the roof as I stood inside. The scent of chocolate, although it reminded me of home, made my stomach churn. Most found comfort in sweets, just as I had used to, but now all that they did was hurt me. Reminding me of the times that I could freely smile and unapologetically be myself. Times when I would dance around the room, humming up-beat tunes. Ones that didn't always match the music that was playing.

I took a sip from the mug that I was holding tightly in my hands, cringing as it hit my tongue. Although it pained me, I still drank hot chocolate, a drink that you had introduced me to. It was a constant reminder of you, one that no matter how much it hurt me, I was not willing to give up. I found comfort in the drink, knowing that as long as I had it, I still had part of you.

The fire that I had going crackled quietly. Mixing with the rain tapping on the windows, it seemed to mimic music. I placed my almost empty mug onto a table and sank into the cushions of my armchair. The day had been long, everything that I saw reminding me of you. The dark, dreary days had been your favorite. The children next door reminding me of your many speeches on why we should adopt someday. My pantry was down to nothing but sweets, every single kind one that you had loved.

It had killed me moving away, but I could never bear to stay where we had been. The town that we had met in, and the town that we had grown to love each other in. The town that you now permanently resided in. I could never bring myself to visit you, knowing that the colors that had once been in your eyes were now only to be seen in the flowers surrounding you. Not ever did I think that something so bright could be so depressing, but I had also thought that you would never be six feet under this soon.