I did die that day. I am left alone with my mind and the projection of everything that could have been.
It is a beautiful manifestation, even if it only exists within the span of my mind dying.
If this is the afterlife, what is life?
Life is but a dream.
I remember the day you left me well. As the rest of the summer fades to the back of my mind, I can’t help but smile when I think of that day
We stood there amidst the bones and souls of previous lives as if we were the only to human beings to ever exist. I knew what was going to happen from the moment I laid my deceiving eyes on you that evening.I knew from the moment we said hello for the first time.
I felt so numb, that warm summers night. A different sort of numb. It was like everything in the entire universe was touching me in the most beautiful way-it was so strong it felt like nothing. The ghosts emerged from their beds and danced throughout the trees, causing them to chime in a sweet, faint melody. I starred into your emerald eyes, longing so hard to feel an emotion. You grazed the top of my hand and smiled into my soul. I wanted so badly to press my lips into that smile. You were a fallen angel luring me into sin. Your smile changed formation as you say, “I love you.” My hand slowly slides up my thigh underneath my skirt. your eyes pass directly through mine as my hand grabs the revolver that was strapped to my inner thigh. I press myself up against your chest,feeling so physically small. Your smile curls around your face as i give this loving gesture. You think you have won me. You think we’re in love. With my hand on the trigger, and the trigger on your heart, I build tension in my index finger as pull it towards me. I watch your body shatter like a piece of glass. I never heard a sound as silent as that moment after the bullet passed through your body. I lean forward and move my lips to where your ear used to be and whisper,
“I love you too”