home

I stood on the edge of the cliff, looking out towards the city that I love. The place that I call my home.

The cool breeze blew my hair in front of my eyes, entangling with my eyelashes, making my vision go blurry.

I did not resist.

I turned, locking eyes with the boy who I love. The place that I call my home. I could feel my throat tightening as his line of vision stayed against mine.

His eyes were full of life.

"I love you," His voice sounded rough, as it was a relief to get the words out, "I love you so much"

I exhaled. I didn't realize that I had been holding my breath.

I turned back towards the bright calmness of the city beneath us. The lights started to blend together, the air in front of me was hazy.

"I love you, too." My voice cracking as I spoke.

After speaking, I felt a rush of of sadness leave my body, my soul.

My breathing slowed, and so did my thoughts.

It felt as if a giant cloud of fog had escaped from deep inside of me, a place I never knew existed.

The world seemed as if it were silent, I could hear grass being displaced behind me.

Slowly.

Softly.

I looked over my shoulder, expecting to see the trees behind me, colourful and full of life, but I saw him standing behind me, looking at me longingly.

I did the same.

He was here.

The smoke inside of me had created hollow spaces where I had lost pieces of myself, and those fragments blew away in the cloud.

Without the sadness to fill the holes, I was happy.