I’m standing at the edge of the river. I kept staring. I feel like this is the only thing I keep doing lately, staring, and listening to the echo. Tired. I’m tired of life. Bored of it. I feel like fate is closing its door in my face. A dream? I don’t think I have one. Actually I had one. I've always dreamt of being a singer. A good voice? My dad used to praise me when I sing. He said that I have an angelic voice so I wanted to be a singer. To make him proud of me. But then he left. So what’s the point? I never sang again at least not in front of anyone. But today I have the urge to just let it go and sing. I’m singing. I left whatever hope I had behind and sang. Let it go I did… My parents... I let them go... My friends… They disappeared… People... They're all lying… They're here? No they'll all leave… So I let them go... I can feel the tears run down my cheeks. Or is it the rain? I don’t care anymore. I don’t. I stepped closer to the edge. "Y-YAH!" I felt someone holding my waist pulling me away from the edge. What was that!All Rights Reserved
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