i lied on my back beside her while our favourite song was playing in the background.
the world seemed to stop rotating for a second.
the stars were so clear that day but it wasn't remarkable enough to distract me from staring at her face.
her face was peaceful and calm.
"you always have so much to give,"
i whispered. she flashed a gleaming smile that has always been her signature.
i wiped the rolling tears on my glistened cheeks.
i failed to hold in my tears.
i wonder how she did it.
was she holding it in too?
or was her heart has been broken so many times that there was no tears left to cry?
"you gave out too much that i was afraid that it would be the death of you.
it sucked your blood dry and ate your flesh to the bones.
you knew that too.
yet you would always give your last breath to someone else. ."
her pupils never left the stars. i think that was her way to express her sadness.
she found her peace in the stars.
maybe now, she is among them too.
"did i take too much?
did i take too much of your love to the point you have no love left for yourself?"
—
for us.
against the world.
— severine
YOU ARE READING
tales of the unfortunate
Short Story" this story is told through the eyes of a madman . . who, like all of us, believed that he was sane . " we're here to bid thee the tales of the hapless. -s&c-
