i needed to remember again.
no,
i wanted to remember again.
but all i saw was the darkness,
and the black cat with
the white tail.
and all i heard was a single voice,
deep and comforting.
there were no lights of the car,
no sound of screeching tires,
no yelling or pain.
and surprisingly,
this darkness,
didn't feel all that bad.
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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐄
Short Storyan almost decade old story. * "one tragedy changed their lives." a story with dialogues and minimal description, in which a boy ends up in the hospital after a car accident and his friend slowly collapsing under the weight of his tortured mind. but...
