i sighed as the red dress fell over my form.
i stepped outside and took a breath of the air.
thick, heavy, undesirable.
i could relate in a way.
i felt the chill of the wind bite.
i couldn't be asked to care.
today was the day.
if it was going to happen, i was going to look gorgeous.
i guess i could never really use the pronouns i wanted, not even for myself.
i didn't feel pain as the ice on the road nipped my bare feet.
i didn't feel sorry for myself, just tired.
i had stayed up planning and planning.
he was gone.
who was i to care
i found the nearest safe spot we used to have.
perched above a pretty lake, there i sat.
the ice covering the ground like it covered my face.
i remember it so clearly now.
horror and fascination at the feeling growing.
it haunts me.
the feeling of falling.
almost as if i
was a feather, gracefully hitting the ground.
oh yes, the ground matched my favorite color.my dress mixed with the stains.
i gazed coldly into the sky
vision blurry, glasses mailed to his house.
no one would be there to receive it.
i loved him, would you believe it?
he was taken
and so was i
and so,
i left myself to die.
(author note, this is partially written from a different pov than mine, a little more exaggerated if you will. so take it with a grain of salt.)
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