Lost

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It was a Friday night and as always you slipped a letter into my room through my window. I opened it and read your writing which was as familiar as my own.

Dear Matisse,

Do you love me?

I hope you dont really love me? Then we would never even be able to have a friendship.

I love you, but I guess youve already figured it out...

Im leaving you.

At least Im not leaving you for the dead. You can always think about it that way.

I shall leave you to live your life.

From Eric

XOXO

I gasped and scrunched up the letter before throwing it into the fireplace.

I didnt know what to do...

I always thought that the words us and we were real, but now I wasnt sure.

I couldnt understand him anymore.

Why are you leaving me?! I threw myself into my bed

I didnt know what to do...

I always thought that the words us and we were real, but now I wasnt sure.

I couldnt understand him anymore.

Why are you leaving me?! I threw myself into my bed.

Lost, hed made me so lost that I couldnt find my way back, and all I want was someone who I wanted, someone who actually cared for me.

I stood, my legs shaking and moved over to the window and looked down. You were there somewhere, and I was here, waiting for you to show yourself.

I need you! I said, rather loudly into the openly designed garden.

I saw your eyes looking into mine.

How could I leave that adorable face? You said loudly and with a sigh before climbing inside and giving me a hug. Wrapping you arms around me before touching my face with your cold fingers.

I could tell that your hands were numb so I took them in mine.

I cant leave you, and you cant leave me. Its going to stay that way. I promise. I said.

Together. He whispered into my ear... And he never left my side again.

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