It was a sunny day, at a park I didn't recognise. There were two long tabled with benches. My whole class and my teacher were there, busy chatting happily. We were having a picknick. School was finished months ago and we all hadn't seen each other that much. So we met, having a picknick in a park. I was putting everything in place, only stopping to exchange some friendly, playful jokes with some of them.
She was there with them. I avoided looking at her, because I knew if I did, I wouldn't be able to stop staring. Because I didn't want to make it awkward. So I kept putting up plates and food and drinks and found joy in the company without really being part of it. But of course I was hyper aware of her. I kept catching glimpses of her in the corner of my eyes. She was eating, smiling, walking around. I was almost done, when it hit me. Something was wrong, she wasn't talking to anyone. She was not existing in the intensity she usually did. That's the best way to describe it. It hit me. She wasn't there. She was dead. And everybody there knew. The didn't see her. They didn't talk to her. Because she wasn't there for them. Only I forgot for a moment. She was only there for me. Because of me. Because I can't bear it. I can't bear her to not be here.
When I tried to look at her she smiled and disappeared. She didn't went invisible, but the rest of her presence faded. She disappeared.
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A Dream Diary
Short StoryDreams I had and don't want to forget Mostly because they're about dead people and I tend to forget dreams very fast but I need to hold onto the things I dreamt about them.. Two important people died in my life so far. I'm not talking about grandpar...
