Untitled (for now)
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NOTE 1: NOTE 2: Now read.
This is a two parter. Dunno what prompted me to write this. Blame my stupid brain for coming up with such cliched stuff.
I have no idea which category to put it in. The second chapter decides all. So please support me, however lame this piece is.
If you were given one last chance…
He walked into the now empty room. All traces of life were gone now, leaving nothing behind. No voices, no laughter, no tears, no anger. Nothing. And he wondered how he ever made it through that night and the ones after. It just felt like he was going through each day, merely existing. Like an android, his smiles were fake, and so were his words.
If you were given one last chance…
The books were in their original places as they have always been, neatly tucked and arranged in the shelves. For once, he almost dared to believe that nothing had happened, that everything was still as it had been. But the dead silence gave reality away. There was no clicking of the keyboard, no sarcastic voice to fill up the now permanent pauses in the dank air.
The air was so dead, so void of the usual smoke curling up the ceiling and the whiff of cologne. More so, there was no warm embraces surrounding him with the scent of sandalwood. He always smelt like sandalwood and ash, a combination that gave off comfort despite his gruffness.
If you were given one last chance…
The lyrics he writes after that were useless, meaningless trite. Without his lover's presence, he could not find his words. It was as he had always said. The lyrics were pure trash.
If you were given one last chance…
"Shut up!" he yelled at nothing and no one in particular. The phrases running through his head were driving him mad with longing, regret and a barrage of emotions that he could not even bring himself to describe. It hurt too much. He wanted nothing more than to fall and clutch the spot where his heart lies beneath, but there would be no one to catch him.
He had left him without a word, without taking his belongings. How could he? After so long, had their love meant nothing to him after all? Was he just a mere fling?
"Asshole! Bastard! Give me my heart back!" The desperate banging on the wall slowly ceased as his pent up tears started to flow. But still he did not fall to the ground, no matter how weak his legs felt. There would be no one to catch him.
If you were given one last chance…
He cannot, must not, will not fall. If he were to fall, he was not sure that he could get up ever again. He would sink deeper and deeper into the pit of depression that he was digging. But despite his protests, he felt his legs giving way to gravity, along with the escaping tears.
The railings were low and he knew they would easily give way to let him fall to his own Hell. He was sure he would fall into eternal darkness. Closing his eyes, he waited to welcome the harsh coldness of the ground far below as frigid winds started to gather in speed around him.
His mind slowly blanked out as his body levered itself past the broken barrier. As he lost consciousness, he did not feel a tight grip latch onto his wrist, or the warm embrace he was encased in after.
I would have done anything to keep him by my side.
Should I continue this? Or would it be better to leave it here? I wanna continue but...argh, my self confidence is going down the drain lately. Help me boost it by reviewing this freakin' lame thing I have written. This sucks I know, come on, I'm literally flame magnet.
Oh, by the way, if anyone has a suitable title for this, please do PM me, coz I have no brains left to think of one.