This isn't quite short enough to be a drabble, but it isn't long enough to be a short story either. I don't normally put up things like this, but I think I could give it a shot, for once. This one was written for a prose/poetry contest on a forum I go to, and the assignment had a length limit of four chapters. I could summarize it, but it's so short, that'd ruin the actual reading process. Let's just say that it's an angst 'drabble', with a bit of madness mixed into it. A piece of someone's mind on a decisive moment.

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For sanity
by Starflow

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When I shake my head, I hear a rattling sound. It’s the noise that the crumbs of my rational thinking make, bouncing inside my brain and against each other. I straighten my neck with a half-joyous grin and turn away from you. Whatever it is you say next, the point escapes me. The letter in front of me needs finishing. On the radio, a mixture of laughs and sighs bursts out. Music. Line after another, ink defiles the pure paper.

It has been so long since I last stood on my own that my legs now refuse to carry me. You, destined to have your way, need not gloat. Your mercy is the one thing I will miss. At the end of me, you will kneel down and mourn yourself sick. It saddens me to think about how we’ve mutilated each other. I’m a splinter, you’re a stick. Having signed my letter, I take a long look at you. From here to now, we stare at each other in silence.

Arms open, bodies closed. It’s impossible, we know each other too well. I have stopped observing you as a separate entity, you are in my every cell just as I am in yours. I turn the radio off with one hand and touch the side of your head with the other. It feels the same as stroking my own hair. You shed one of my tears. Thinking I can separate from myself is delusional. In silence, you kneel down.

I watch you slump and collapse in a heap of memories. No, it’s ‘me’ who falls. The one walking out is ‘you’, inside my shell. You take my coat and keys. For the last time, you open the door and look back. The white carpet has turned red and the sight makes us both cry. From my body, tears fall like drops of sweat. In your head you can hear the music that died out seconds ago. And we are whole, complete with regret

Fin.

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If you bothered to read this, leave me a note. And please don't bother complaining about it being short or needing an update - it's a one-shot, and I am fully aware of how short it is. In any case, I hope it awakened some thoughts or emotions.