He woke up from dreaming and put on his shoes, then started making his way past two in the morning. He hasn't been sober for days. Leaning now into the breeze and remembering Sunday, he falls to his knees. They had breakfast together but two eggs don't last like the feeling of what he needs. Now this place seems familiar to him. She pulled on his hand with a devilish grin. She led him upstairs. She led him upstairs and left him dying to get in.
"Forgive me, I'm trying to find my calling I'm calling at night. I don't mean to be a bother but have you seen this girl? She's been running through my dreams and it's driving me crazy, it seems. I'm gonna ask her to marry me."
Even though she doesn't believe in love, he's determined to call her bluff. Who could deny these butterflies that fill in his gut? He's waking the neighbours. There are unfamiliar faces. He pleads and he tries but he's only denied. Now he's dying to get inside.
"Forgive me, I'm trying to find my calling I'm calling at night. I don't mean to be a bother but have you seen this girl? She's been running through my dreams and it's driving me crazy, it seems. I'm gonna ask her to marry me."
The neighbours said she moved away. It's funny how it rained all day. I didn't think much of it then but it's starting to all make sense. Oh, I can see now that all of these clouds are following me in my desperate endeavour to find my whoever, wherever she may be.
I'm not coming back. I've done something so terrible. I'm terrified to speak, but you'd expect that from me. I'm mixed up. I'll be blunt. Now the rain is just washing you out of my hair and out of my mind. I'm keeping an eye on the world from so many thousands of feet off the ground. I'm over you now and at home in the clouds, towering over your head.
Well, I guess I'll go home now.
I guess I'll go home now.
I guess I'll go home now.
I guess I'll go home.
//word count: 373 words
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Short StoryThis is mainly full of song lyrics. Sorry. I'm not creative enough to actually make short stories. There are, like, two chapters that are short stories, but that's it. TW: If you're easily disturbed by talk or mention of suicide, some chapters are n...
