dear alaska,
they say that home isn't always four walls. sometimes it's two eyes and a heartbeat. and that's exactly what you were.
you were home to me.
soft, comforting, and warm; my own personal home.
with two eyes and a heartbeat.
but now that heartbeat is long gone.
it's paused; silent for eternity.
because without you there is no heartbeat.
and there is no home.
because you're dead.
and the heart you had has stopped playing its song.
and the home you had once provided for me is gone.
now that you're not here.
-everett.
YOU ARE READING
you're not there | ✓
Short Storyabout a boy who writes letters to his best friend who had commited suicide. [ short story - sincerelykal © ]
