drabbles

dreamnap

i shut the door and it's silent again. in my head it's silent too.

what have i done?

i wonder that as i clean up. your glass is empty. not a trace left behind. only dust, and gravel, and...

i pull the sheets over my body again, but i can't sleep now. the scent haunts me. it sticks to my bed, fills my nose.

when i close my eyes i die. i die when i think about you. and then the guilt comes creeping back.

because i can never return what i have taken from you.

what have i done?