I'm sorry.
I sit in my room and rock myself. My rooms warm again. Not cold, I miss the cold, I yearn for the cold to return. For my heart is like a piece of ice ready to shatter. I want, no I need the coldness to return. For that's what has risen a small part of my soul back to reality. I get up and start to clean my house. It's been ages since I've cleaned. Dust and dirt is every where. Gross, just eww why did I wait so long to clean? Oh yea I was mourning, I did nothing.
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My mind seems a bit more clear but at the same time it's still to foggy to comprehend. Was I just halucinating? Was it all in my head? I need proof before I beleive. I see his belongings scattered on the floor, I walk pass them, leaving them be. Like they should. I will not ever again pick them up again, for I fear if I do that I will forget about him like all the myths say. Thats also why i dont wash my clothes the first of january or kiss the cheeks of any dead family members, because I dont want to go through the pain of forgetting someone I care for. I just cant take it.
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Later that day I finally take a shower. Yea I really dont know whats my problem anymore. I havent taken a shower, thats like...a sin you could say? I used to shower twice a day to nothing this past month. I must be possesed or something. Nah, I would know if I was. I chuckle at my thoughts, I am so weird. When I get out of the shower the glass on my mirror shatters and I let out a shriek as the pieces scatter on the floor. What caused it to break? I have to clean this up so I don't get cut. Now how am I gonna do that? It's everywhere and I'm standing in my tub, ten feet away from my door. Great, deliquin if this was your doing I swear to god I'll kick your ass in heaven. "Delequin!" And so the steam in the room rises and his for appears again. "Did you do this?" The figure tilts his head and looks at the floor. I sigh again, ok so now I'm just blaming him for everything. The figure looks back up and down again. I watch him as he watches me and soon we just stare at each other. It's silent as the steam left over swirls around us. Then suddenly, out of my mind it goes black.
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A life without you
ParanormalI sit in my tree watching, waiting, waiting for you. After hours I finally give up, heart shattered, torn, ripped knowing I was the only one loving. Or so I thought as I walk back home to find you....
