26/2/2018, 09:04 pm
Everything and everyone is replaceable.
This is the only thing that echoes through my mind all day.
My friends will replace my absence by someone else's presence. My family would indulge themselves in work or something else to replace my absence.
Everyone will find a way to cope with my death when it comes. Or at least I like to think so.
Alexander and I have been hanging out almost everyday. It feels weird when he has to leave or when he's not there.
I've grown accustomed to his presence and sense of humor.
Mom says my eyes gleam with pure happiness when he's around.
She's probably trying to calm the storm raging within her.
Yesterday, I was brushing my hair and it was falling in chunks. I freaked out.
Because I'm stupid and I thought that that's it. That's when I die.
So I cried and then I shaved off my hair.
When mom found me, she was shook. She stared at me and kept on crying while hugging me tight.
Ever since then, I didn't get out of my room and I didn't meet anyone. Not even Alexander.
Macy says that Alexander might drop by in a while.
I don't want him to see me in this way.
I'm a fucking mess right now.
YOU ARE READING
One Last Miracle
Short StoryDying. That's how she is. Dying. -- Miracles happen and one of them is the desire to write her thoughts in a worn out copybook. So she does and she hopes when she's gone, anyone would find it. That's the only way to ensure she won't be forgotten.
