07/22/15
It wasn't until I was sitting on the floor of the shower, hyperventilating your name into my hands when I realized that you were the air I struggled to breathe and I wasn't even the dirt under your fucking fingernails.
"But I can't imagine life without you," I said desperately.
"Try." Then I was alone, naked, and unable to determine whether I was choking on my tears or the water. A mix of the two drop onto my legs as I watch tentatively. Hopefully they can create an ocean big enough for me to drown myself in.
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Late Night Thoughts
Short StoryA collection of things I wish I could've done differently expressed through conversations spent with fellow friend, Jack.
