i woke up the day after Thanksgiving in the guest room, wrapped in a combination of the satin bedsheets and his arms.
i remember reaching out & tracing his features lightly before he awoke. he smiled at me.
it was eight in the morning. we had to leave an hour from then if i was going to get to work on time.
it was a struggle to get him out of bed, but once he was up, he brushed his teeth while i showered & then we switched. i didn't bother with my hair.
we put on clothes, thanked & told my mother goodbye, & left.
it was silent in the car, minus the music, which honestly was just background noise.
he said my name lightly after 30 minutes. something about it made my head whirl & my stomach stir a bowl of emblems that represented my love for him.
"yes?"
"do you want to spend the night tonight?"
i remember it being weird that he asked me. & then he said the second part.
"& every night? like, forever?"
"are you asking me to move in with you?"
"yes."
i laughed & nodded. my favourite smile appeared on his face.
that night, i packed all my valuables (which wasn't much) into a few boxes. one of these boxes included a silver box. this silver box held my heart. it was honestly very healthy. it pumped blood to every place needed. but i didn't think i needed it anymore. so i gave it to him.
too soon.
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drowned roses || completed
General Fiction"So i did it. i drowned them. i drowned the roses he gave me. i thought that if i didn't allow them to breathe, it'd be like he couldn't. and i didn't want him to breathe. i wanted him to be so sad about losing me that i didn't even realize i was th...
