It wasn't too late for the thoughts that whispered in my ear. Which were barren of any words, for it was lonely and dark. The night has inflicted its claws. Not threatening was the darkness, just an invitation for the unknown, my journey depicted was not mapped. But as always awaited by my eager eyes.
My eyes closed, in the state of semi-consciousness, I feel it around me, the ghosts that twirl, the inferior jealousy inside of me, even the feel of him against my head and the whispers of my own writing that snake around me.
This is a mere, bunch of thoughts that go through my head either in the middle of the night or during the day when I'm not supposed to have them. Warning it may a couple of adult themes, but doesn't straight up speak about sex.
Elliot's partner was his whole world, but after Allan's death, his ghost haunts Elliot's dreams. Everyone tells Elliot to move on, but he isn't sure he can.
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It's been a year since the love of Elliot's life, Allan, passed away. Everyone thinks he should have recovered after that much time, but Allan still haunts Elliot every night. He struggles to maintain relationships with his family, and despite a coworkers interest he can't summon up the courage to date. Elliot is living for the past, because to live for the present means he'll have to live with a hole in his heart. But the question Elliot has to face chases him through his monotonous days: is mourning Allan with everything he has truly living?
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