When I was 27 I asked you to give me one last thing.
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At 3:48 am I sat up in bed; awake and gasping for air as beads of sweat race down my face and body. I couldn't escape your grasp, I couldn't get you down, I couldn't explain. No matter what I did in this persisting dream, there was nothing that I was supposed to do.
Th guilt of being blamed for your suicide had suffocated me. Everyone had forgiven me, everyone had moved on knowing I wouldn't have pushed you to it or not cared, but then why did this guilt still weigh down on my chest? Had I not forgiven myself for that night? Had I begun to believe I could have stopped you?
Your accusing stare haunted me day and night and as I thought about it I began to think that you blamed me. You blamed me for your inevitable death.
I pulled my guilt to one last place, a cemetery. I stood, looking at your tombstone.
"Let me ask you for one last thing and if you ever loved me you'll grant me this last wish." I never took my eyes off the tombstone as I spoke my last wish.
"Please forgive me," I whispered.
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Clouds To Mask The Ground {J.H.S}
FanfictionA story in which a boy stays in the clouds to stay away from the ground while the girl tries to get him back on the ground. (Short chapters) (Book 1 of my Bangtan series) (Books do NOT have to be read in order) (Do NOT steal this story or plot) (All...
