It was a tough day indeed. We had gone through a lot. But finally we did it. I told myself, "It's OK. You have finally done it right." Under those disdainful looks from my parents and family members, I held his hand firmly and left the house. I didn't give a shit to those eyes around me. It was a prideful moment for us. A moment where we are true selves to the whole world. There was no regret. At all. That night we went to a club, hand in hand, to celebrate. But that moment became my biggest regret in my life. I didn't know I would lose him forever then.
Though it's been 4 years, my hands still tremble, my eyes still dilate, and my involuntary tears still drop at that thought. The dreams I still get, making me sweat in the night. The guilt of being a survivor. The terrible trauma of losing him. Why am I the one alive? Why him? Was I lucky enough to be alive? Of course not. "Watch out!!" He said those words before he threw himself before me.
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Sleepless Dawns
De TodoThis story contains individual 3am thoughts on life and some random short stories written on sleepless nights.
