If only he didn't.

CHAPTER 22: YOURS (OLD STYLE CHAPTER!!!)

(TRIGGER WARNING: SUGGESTIONS OF BLEEDING, ORGANS AND SUICIDE)


We sit on a red and white blanket. The sun glowing beautifully, but not as beautifully as the girl who sat close by's aura. Her long hair flowing in the wind, lively, as if it was a being of itself, a purpose, an important purpose, to make the girl I love the most be the most beautiful of all. She never needed anything to "improve" her beauty, she was already at her best, she was forever at her best, she would never not be at her best. The words that made me smile is "Yours", the phrase that made her giggle, "I'm yours", "I'll be yours, don't worry", it made her giggle at how fun it was to imagine the girl and I being together in the future all grown up with different responsibilities, much serious ones, like a job or a mortgage (all boring stuff if you ask me) but it made her giggle and ponder, and that was enough for me, it was enough.

H: "I love you, MARI. When I hear beautiful music, I think...She'd like that. I look at flowers, and know that one day I'd give them to you. I've known you all my life." 

M: "Oh...Stop, stop that! You can't trust me!" She giggled and held her hands on the sides of my face. 

H: "We'll find moonlit nights strangely empty, because, when you call my name through them, there will be no answer..."

M: "Rather melodramatic, aren't you?" She giggled even more, her laughter ringing through my ears, spreading through my body, causing myself to smile and chuckle with her. 

H: "What is it? What's wrong?" 

M: "You know nothing about me." She sarcastically scoffs, before her bright smile shined upon me again, and the sound of her euphoric giggling and laughter. 

H: "MARI, I've known you all my life!" My hands being put on her soft shoulders, a slightly awkward position, we have been put in.

M: Her eyes widened "All your life?!" Her fingers now splayed out on my face, covering my cheeks. Her warm, soft, pale hands...

I think of the time. I think of the time of which we had spent time together. The time felt like a time that would never end. A time of which forever would rewind, and rewind forever in my head. It would forever play. It would never stop. I would never experience something happier than knowing she was with me. I would never ever experience a sense of happiness of when I did not know that the times would soon end. I would never think of myself, only her in every situation. I would never think of anyone better than her, there was no one. No one was able to make me not think of the time. To hear the words yours in her voice was a sense of comfort and reassurance, no matter what she said. I sound oh so peculiar. But you wouldn't understand. To hear her say things she tells no one else gives you a sense of protection and trust that you have within each other. Only high school sweethearts, they say, it shouldn't have been anything special. I think of the time of which they didn't criticize the happiness of which we had together, the power, the trust, the loyalty. 

I lay on the cold bathroom floor. It is night. There is nothing more than just me wanting to sleep, but I was not allowed to sleep. A ringing in my ear would continue, endlessly. Becoming louder, no matter what I did. I felt as if my ears bled, and my brain spilled out through my ears, but it was just my imagination. No matter how cold, warm, full, empty, lively, sleep-deprived you were, the ringing continued. A quiet distorted voice, familiar but not the same. Familiar, but not the same. 

A pale figure stood in near the door, so visible, but also so invisible. The figure gave me a sense of a uncomfortably warm and discomforting aura. The figure stood. I stand up to reach its level. The figure, a pale girl, thin skin and pitch-black hair. Her neck showed damage, as if a scratch from thin, but deadly rope and slightly broken as if cracked while falling. Now she stood in front of me, she looked a little shorter than me, I immediately fall back onto the cold and painful floor. A familiar scent, figure, appearance and aura. The girl of who I loved the most. 

M: "I love you.."

H: ". . ." 

M: "You may as well take my heart, HENRY...It's already full of you." The figure, now down to my level, as my breathing had been more difficult to control.  She took one of my hands, and held it with both of hers, I felt nothing, but a light sense of disturbing touch. 

H: "Please go...!" I close my eyes in fear, feeling my body become...Heavy. 

M: "What is it? What's wrong, my dear?..." She let go of my hand and instead put one of hers on my side. 

H: "You know nothing about me! You've been dead for 4 years!" I try to push the spirit away, but to no avail, I still feel a sense of touch on my body. Now one of her hands held on my face, my cheek. 

M: "4 years?..." The spirit sighed "HENRY, I have known you all my life!" Both of her hands now lay on both of my cheeks. The comfort I then had, had disappeared, and turned into complete fear and discomfort. 

H: I chuckled a bit "All your life?!..." I open my eyes slightly, a spirit look straight into my eyes, the gaze I had once admired and loved, it stared into my soul.

M: "It's true. When I heard beautiful music, I thought he'd like that! I've looked at flowers and known that one day I'd give them to you!" The spirit smiled slightly, the smile I had once been in love with, couldn't wait to see, wanted to see, loved to see...

I felt my skin turn paler and colder, the touch of the spirit was not comforting, it was terrifying. To see the girl I loved, still love, to see a silhouette, to see a figure of the body I found dead, the body I saw laying in a casket. The body I had seen in my dreams, my nightmares, just older, as if my age. The body as if my age, as if she was still alive, my dear. 

M: "You'll find moonlight nights...Strangely empty, because when you call my name through them, there will be no answer." her voice wrapped around my body, becoming tighter, ringing in my ears. 

H: I started slightly laughing, out of fear, out of panic. If there was a time I hated laughing, but just couldn't stop, was when I panicked. "R-Rather melodramatic, aren't you?" 

M: It...She giggled, she hugged my body, I felt as if she was phasing through it. A girl who I love, her body that I had seen, I had witnessed. Her laughter and giggling, it all spun around me, around my brain, around my ears. I wish I had been deaf the moment she had died, so the only thing I could think of was when I could hear important things, like the voice of hers. 

H: "Oh...Stop, stop..." I finally faint as the spirit finally disappears. I lay on the bathroom floor leaning to the door. God knows how long I've been there, what time it was, why I've been there. God knows why I had been reunited with my love, but in a way that horrified me, almost to death...

"I'm dangerously yours." I believe the spirit would then say.







END OF CHAPTER, NEW CHAPTER SOON. 

(Hey everyone, hope you loved that! I really tried making it, as lazy as the actual writing is. Heavily inspired by the podcast Dangerously Yours. You probably heard of it from Cigarettes out the windows edits. Has anyone actually listened to the whole podcast? Like all of it? I know this sounds weird but I unfortunately have never been able to listen to it fully, because I have a short attention span and get bored easily.) 
(Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed. I really needed to get that emo writing out if you know what I mean. Thank you for 800-900 views, you guys are too kind! Thank you to everyone for reading this. It's not done yet, unfortunately wwww. Also thank you for the people who add this book to their reading list! It's really an honor. Hope yall liked the old style chapter, which just means it's basically using the format of the 1st chapter. Okay, bye bye!!)