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Heat-Haze Days

August 15th, 12:30pm.

I don't see a cloud in the sky. Only a blue canvas with the sun beaming down. It seems to be a pretty day. Though, it is hot. I'm beginning to get sick of the summer's heat. The sun's rays give way to a daze that won't go away. The time's gone by so fast, it appears I spent all my time on conversations with you.

"Y'know, I don't really like the summertime," you said, patting your cat as you said such a daring thing under your breath.

Suddenly, the cat jumped out of your arms, bolting to the street. You tried to chase it to the end. I watched you helplessly, as you jumped in front of that traffic light blaring bright red.

Crashing is all I seem to hear as my world spins. Breaking is all I see and feel as I notice blood everywhere, almost silencing the smell of your hair. I gasp for air, unable to take the sight. Is this a lie? Is the heat mocking me? My head blares with overwhelming thoughts.

"What you see is exactly what you're gonna get!"

The blue sky and the singing cricket's cry is all I seem to notice as I fall into another dreaded dark sleep.

I jump as I awaken once more, hearing nothing but the constant ticks of the clock that mocks me. The ticking that will forever ring in my head.

"What time is it?"

"August 14th, 12-something P.M.," I read on the calendar. The sun shines down, but I can still hear the cricket's cries loudly in my mind.

"Hey, I... I really gotta wonder why. Because in the dream I had last night, we were both sitting in the same park like now."

"Well, I think the two of us should go."

I get cut off by a symphony of gasps and points as I step off the path, the crowd and myself trying to keep back a scream.

Splitting you into two, the beam falls on top of you, leaving holes in you, as your cat lies right behind. Old wind chimes chiming, shaking passerby, fear fills the air until it all hit those park trees.

Is this a lie? Is the heat a mocking lie?

"Bet you wish you were asleep, but too bad it's not a dream!" My mind screams.

Vision blurry, keeping my thoughts at bay, while you sit and fade away, keeping a cursed dark smile.

I see over the heated haze forever. I'll never be able to escape those cursed laughs. You've been gone for the past 10 years, trapped in cycles that never appear to have an ending that's clear.

A story is a story, all the same. Hopefully today has an ending, or a "death" so to say. I'll reach and maybe when I do, I can finally end this cycle for the both of us.

A crash makes it's way through the clear and silent day as you watch me slowly fade away like you from the other day. Pushing you aside to dodge that truck. Blood is everywhere drowning out the smell of my own hair. You gasp and can't seem to take it anymore.

Is this a lie? Is the heat finally getting to your mind?

"What you see is exactly what you're gonna get!" was a phrase that has finally seemed to leave my mind.

Maybe the summer ends here, so maybe it'll all end now.

August 14th, a girl lie awake, muttering and chanting to herself again.

"Guess I failed again," she says to herself and her cat, alone.

"Maybe in another life..."