Lone


For Carla.


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No one's ever there anymore.

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"I can't . . . I can't do this anymore."

bebeep

He stands there, unmoving as the slight dripdripdrip meets his ears. The rain sings a soft lullaby as he hopes—waits—to hear her voice once again saying, "I'm sorry. I was just being delusional." It never happens. No matter how long he waits, no matter how many hours pass him by.

She's truly gone and that's what kills him inside.

Silence. Mind numbing silence.

He can no longer hear anything, no longer hear the wind or even the sound of his own breathing. That's how he knows, how he knows for sure that he's . . .

Truly alone.

"Doesn't it kill you inside?"

i know it's not the best thing i've written,
but i still hope you guys enjoyed it.
you can imagine what you want.
I don't mind.

-lina