Random short stories to read when you're by yourself and in first person

The Gloom

The darkness slowly swallows me when your image is plastered on my mind. Everything we did together, every moment that has passed...is now all a distant but somewhat close memory. And this...this because you have passed away. You're not here anymore, never to be seen or heard from again. At least in this life, that is. You're nostalgic, homey, loving scent is all that I feel I have left of you. As I sniff your old clothes in the closet, I sit in to grieve for you. Your voice is what I call music to my ears. These videos I have of you, will forever be on my phone. I cry to your voicemail, your tune. Never will I hear fresh, new, fledgling words from you again.

For now, I am sent away to only listen to your comments of the past. It's all dawning on me. No more you, no more time, no more laughter, no more anything. I'm left here alone...you left me. Left me on this earth of troubles, sin, cries, misery, all the above. But...it can be beautiful here. The beauty of nature, the beauty of love, the beauty of parenthood. All of these that I for one will experience, and you won't be here to go through this with me. Being with me in spirit isn't enough. It will never be enough. Your hugs, your kisses, your advice, your jokes...they have all dispersed. All that has made it out of this is the sadness, denial, anger...grief. It all manifests throughout this whole process of losing you.

Tell me, what does it mean to die? Do you just disappear into thin air? Or do you linger in the emptiness of the halls, the cracks in the floorboards, the far end of our minds? Where do you go? Some say you just fade away, with nothing left...just as you came when brought into this world. Well I say, there's a place far more higher than here, a place where you worry no more. No pain, no suffering, no shame or guilt; instead a place of purity, content, relief, and most definitely love. I believe you are there, running and laughing without a care...and being joyous in the warm exemplary air.

That you are with our creator, our savior, our maker...our God. With the ones who have gone before your time. It is this...that makes the grief better, that makes it bearable and less of a tragedy. To know that you are somewhere far more better than the world we all have been unwillingly born into. To know that you are happy. So, I will sit here and take it all in. Take in the fact that you are indeed gone. I will sit here and take it. Take it all alone...with The Gloom.

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-Currently going through the steps of grief ...personally. Losing someone freaking sucks. ✌😢 Here's a sad one, just because you at least have to have one of these in a story right? Thank you so much for reading! >:D

and to those of you who also have lost someone, I am truly sorry...and I'm here with you...

- x <3 o