Twisted

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4/8/21 BR                         334 words


NOTE: (MEANTIONS OF SUICDE please be advised)




I know that I should let you go,
And let you move on.
But I just don't want to.

I keep thinking about our final date,
It was a Friday night back in September.
I didn't realize it at the time,
But on that beautiful night,
You are saying goodbye to me.

On that night,
I remember that I accidentally left my sweater at your apartment.
You offered me your coat,
I tried to decline it,
But you insisted.

That Friday night,
The stars were out for the first time in a month.
I remember you telling me that they looked like fairy lights.
We stood there looking up at the sky,
with awe written on our faces.

Eventually your legs grew tired of standing,
So you sat down on the grass beneath our feet.
I quickly followed after you.

We stayed there until the sun began to rise,
And the grass become wet.

I went home,
You went back to your apartment.
That was the last time I ever saw you.

The next day I remember looking at my phone,
Texting you,
I was letting you know that I would swing by your flat to get my sweater after work.

You saw the text.
But you didn't answer me.

I went to work.
The day continued for me.

I think it was four when I got off of work.
I went to your apartment complex.

I went to go knock at the door when I noticed that it was slightly ajar.
I remember finding that odd,
You usually lock the door.

I pushed the door open,
"Mark?"
I called out,
"Are you home?"
I went to go look in the living room,
No, not there.
In the kitchen,
Not there either.

I finally narrowed it down to the closet,
And your bedroom.

I opened the bedroom door,
I found you laying on your bed,
Holding on to my sweater,
And a box of pills on your desk.

I screamed.

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