"Is it alway gonna hurt?" He asked as he lit up a cigarette
"Not as much as it does right now" I say before taking a sip from my beer
"How do you know that?" He asked as he inhaled a puff of his cigarette
"In case you forgot I lost someone too and I know the pain it causes someone" I said as i took another sip of my drink
Silence fell upon us for a moment
"Does it still hurt?" He asked in a whisper
"Every fucking day but I learn that nothing can ever bring them back no matter what I put on their grave or what I say. There's a hole in my heart that won't ever be full again like it use to be, I'm broken but that is okay too" I say looking up at the dark sky as i let a trembling tired sigh out
"You know, I remember his funeral everyday and how he died and why he died. He died in my arms and I couldn't do anything to help him. I saw him shoot himself, by the time i had called the ambulance it was too late. He died in my arms and I still love him, i still miss him. It hurts but there's nothing I can do. I can't let it fully destroy me though, that's for sure" I whispered as I lit up a cigarette
"What was his name?" He whispered
"Jonathan Samuel Jackson" I smiled as I said his name, i hadn't uttered it in so long
It felt both great and painful to hear his name again
"I haven't said his name in a while" I truthfully tell Ezra as i take a sip of my beer
Ez silently wraps his arm around me and pulls me into his warmth
YOU ARE READING
Just hold on
Short StoryTwo broken lost souls trying to find their place in this world so desperate to piece each other together, trying so desperately to hold on to each other even if in the end it all ends in ruins Sometimes all you can do is hold on and move on
