days went by,
no one to talk to,
they both picked up their razors,
and their skin they sliced through.
they watched as the blood dripped down,
from their arms to the floor,
and then, when they were done,
they cried some more.
they cried for themselves,
and for the pain they've become accustomed to,
they watched as darkness surrounded them,
a familiar feeling, too.
the doctor said,
he had three days,
harry was sad,
needless to say.
he didn't want to leave,
his beautiful girl alone,
over the past few weeks,
she has felt like home.
he made a promise to himself,
to have the best last three days of his life,
even if it means,
making her his wife.
and so they got married,
at nineteen years young,
even when he dies,
she'll remember the fun.
she'll remember the late night shenanigans,
most were filled with love and purity,
but she will never forget the night,
she lost her virginity.
YOU ARE READING
three days
Short Storywhen you only have three more days to live. . . TW!! mentions of potentially triggering subjects are in this book. read at your own risk. this is something i wrote a year ago and really wanted to share :)
