She lied down in her bed silently, blinking every 10 seconds, trying to avoid the tears.
Why me?
It was silent, until she heard a knock from the outside of her door, she knew who it was. Dragging her feet across the floor, tumbling like a drunk person, she opened the door to see the person she was expecting.
•••
He looked at her appearance as she stood there, perfectly in front of him. Her hair hung over her shoulders, reaching her waist. She's in nothing but an oversized plain white T-shirt, and ankle socks. She looked stunning to him, but her eyes said it all, she's surrounded by melancholy.
She walked away from the door, leaving it open, without saying a word. She crawled back into her bed as he followed. He sat down at the end of her feet. He looked at her, admiring her face.
"I miss you."
He whispers.
The past few weeks, she had been distancing herself away from everyone, including him. It's not because she didn't love him anymore, it was just that she was hurt, hurt by her lack of confidence.
"You never talk much anymore, and every time you do, it's short. You're not yourself anymore, you're not the happy, cheerful girl I fell in love with."
He did still love her, but the way she had been acting, made him feel so unimportant to her, and it made him wonder if she actually loved him.
She sat in silence, not even looking at him as he talked to her. She felt numb, she didn't care anymore.
"Do you even love me?"
The question was finally asked, he felt nervous about her response. Seconds few by, she finally looked at him.
"Of course I do..."
She finally spoke up. He felt relieved by her answer, but part of him thought she was lying to him.
He crawled towards her, lying beside her. His arms wrapped around her small body, as she lied comfortably into his arms. Closing her eyes, taking her last breath, she never opened them again.
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Ultraviolent: Short Stories
Nouvelles"He hit me and it felt like a kiss, I can hear violins, violins Give me all of that ultraviolence."
