You, in my imagination
Are so vivid
As if you are right there
But I reach out my hand
And you suddenly disappear
I'm back home. Back in that house of memories. Scraps littering the floor. Dust floating through the air. Reaching for you again.
And you're right there. Through the window. I can see you. See you reaching back. But we're pulled apart again, and I'm too weak to fight it. Too weak to struggle through the fog. To break the window. To finally grasp your hand.
-fin
YOU ARE READING
I'm always reaching for you
FanfictionA sad short story based on the lyrics of Film Out To clarify, this isn't a members story but rather a story based on lyrics and visuals. Formerly titled- Film Out
