I'm stuck in this scary room with a scary therapist who's trying to convince me what happened to you wasn't my fault. Every time she says your name, these walls feel like they're closing in on me, and yesterday? Yesterday she said your name one too many times, and I ran straight out of that room because I felt like I was suffocating. Now, guess what? They took me to a mental hospital. A mental hospital. Let that sink in for a moment. Let it sink in that your girlfriend is sitting in a room with four padded walls, and employees here are mumbling about me to their coworkers because they tried to take all my jewelry off me like I was going to hurt myself with it, and I screamed at her when she tried to take the promise ring from you off of my finger, because I haven't taken it off in two years, and I'm not about to start now. Now that I've been stuck here for so long, I'm starting to believe what they said. I think that I am mentally insane now. I don't think I know who I am anymore, because I think that when you ran away, you took me with you.
Okay, this is just a short idea that's super out if the box, so I just wanted to pitch it to y'all! Comment if you want me to write this one! (Maybe a series?) Anyways, I was just stressing over this essay I have to write AND mostly your guys' opinions on this prompt, so if you could leave a yay or a nay comment, that'd help me a lot.
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The Moon, The Sun, and Everything Else
FanfictionShe was like the sun. Bright, always up, lived for a blue sky, and never quit smiling. He was like the moon. Made the dark skies a lot a bit brighter, and was always there to light up the path back home. Everything else was...Well, just everything...
