I remember the colour of the sky, the sounds of the merry house sparrow, and the taste of ice cold water on a hot summer's day, the sweet aroma of freshly baked bread and most importantly, I remember what it felt like when you held me in your arms. I remember.
Here I lie in darkness, feeling as though I have drifted off into another world, into another life. I remember that perfect date we had a week ago. The incredible cerulean sky was smiling down on us, with streaks of fluffy white clouds appearing out of that heavenly blue. I remember how beautiful it was, but now I see nothing.
I remember us sitting in the park on the flourishing grass. The little house sparrow sang sweet songs to us. He was so content singing his gay tune, but now I hear nothing.
I remember how hot I was and you offered me a sip from your canteen. I gasped as the ice-cold water dripped down my chin and droplets fell to my chest. I felt so refreshed, but now I taste nothing.
I remember us walking home. We passed that bakery I loved so much. You knew how much I loved passing by and smelling those freshly baked goodies. They always looked so scrumptious, didn't they? You always gave in and bought me whatever my heart desired, but now I smell nothing.
I remember getting home and pouncing onto the bed and you cuddling up to me. You always held me so tightly, like you never wanted to let me go. I always felt so at peace, because your warmth kept me sound, but now I feel nothing.
I feel myself fading away into the darkness. Into the obscurity, inside this wretched box. In this casket, where I shall lie forever, I can hear the sobbing of my dearly beloved standing above me. His harrowing bellows make my dead heart ache. He mourns me, because he knows he will never hold me again. What about me? I remember.
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Sombre Thoughts
Short StoryWelcome to the melancholy world that is my brain. The following is an anthology of dark and somewhat lugubrious works that started my passion for writing.