No, my friend. Don't do this to yourself. I'm right here beside you. I'm in your dreams, your thoughts and your memories. I am everlasting. I miss you where I am. I wish I could tell you what it's like. The late evening crescent moon, in the shape of a smile, grins down maniacally on the sad girl left behind. You were more than a best friend, you were a sister to me and I'm sorry our friendship was cut short. Here, I sit and watch you. I keep away the evil that tries to befall you. I hear your cries as you mourn for me, but I am right here.
I see you drown your sorrows in whiskey and whatever else you can get your hands on, but you need to look up and move on. The strong beverage you force down your throat leaves you gasping for air as you choke on its overpowering flavour. It's a strong and pain-relieving flavour. I can smell it on you. You're drenched in cheap wine, sorrow and full of anger. You need to be happy. You need to forgive yourself.
Every night I fly to you. My white, angelic wings lift me off my post - my smile, my moon - and take me to you. I stand beside you and I wish I could tell you that I'm okay. I touch your cheek and it's warm just like your heart. You feel my presence, don't you? My dear friend, I will always be with you. I will always be by your side. I will always be there to keep you safe. I will always protect you, but I can only do so much. I can try, but I can never protect you from the one thing that can hurt you... yourself.
I'm right here.
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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.
