I lay awake in my bed, staring at my icy blue ceiling. I can't fall asleep, no matter how hard I try. I am kept up by thoughts, thoughts of the past and of him, even though it has been almost a year. I feel so stupid for wearing his hoodie to bed.
I turn my had to my miniscule nightstand and check the digital clock, three a.m. I let out a defeated huff and close my eyes. Memories dance in my head of what I used to have but now have left. My happiness, my love, some of my friends, all gone blown away with the wind. Then my brain stops and focuses on one thing, him. The one that used to love me. My memories play again, through every one of our hugs, kisses and 'I love you's. It pains me to think about it but it is the only way I can have some sort of feeling. He made me feel like I belonged somewhere and for once everything would be alright, but even stories have an ending.
I open my eyes once more to my dark room. It is peaceful, I can sense the pitter patter of rain on my window. He loved the rain. I slowly drift to sleep thinking of him with a sad smile making my way to my face.
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Just Some Short Stories
Novela JuvenilI like to write random short stories when i have time, and so i thought i would share them with y'all hope you like them.
