My aching heart
Original from me
Have you ever cried over someone's death? If you have, how did it feel? Did it hurt? Did you miss them? Did you feel like killing yourself too and joining them?
I most certainly have. Funny thing about it is the person who died isn't even real. He was someone made from the thoughts of another person. Their creator. Their author.
And I, as the reader who knows his story, his character, his past, his thoughts and his troubles, I watched him go through it. I watched him grow. I watched him do the things he loved.
I knew his hobbies, his favorite food, color and person. I knew who he looked up to. I knew almost every detail about his life as if I was the one who wrote his story. But he's just a character, right?
No matter how much you know about him by watching and reading, no matter how attached you become, it doesn't matter. Because he's just a character. But to me, he wasn't.
He was my favorite character, he was my favorite person all to the point where I started acting like him. Doing the things he liked, and liked the things he did.
I was so attached to someone who isn't real to the point I could not tell who was real and who wasn't. I was talking about him like I was talking about someone real. I was so... in love?
I don't even know what to call it. But I knew he was more than just a character for me. So when the time came where his story came to an end, I was devastated. I cried. So much to the point I couldn't cry anymore even if I tried.
My eyes started hurting, they were red and stained with tears. I cried so much to the point where people around me could almost notice it. But that didn't stop me from crying. It hurts.
A lot. It really really does. It stings my heart like thousands of needles inserted every time I breathe. I couldn't imagine the future of the story I've been reading without that character.
I couldn't imagine myself continuing to read that story without that character. I started because I was bored. I started reading out of boredom and a slight bit of interest.
But I stopped because he was gone. I stopped because there was no meaning in the story that's left because the only reason I continued was to see that character grow and develop and go on adventures and meet new friends but now that he's gone and his chapter is done, what reason do I have left to continue?
It shouldn't have affected me that much. It shouldn't have mattered that much. But unfortunately, it did. And it's like I'm losing myself because of it.
How I wondered when my last chapter would come and my story would end.
Will it end with a "happily ever after"? Or an ending that was cut off suddenly? How I wonder...
511 words!!! ITS SHORTER THAN THE LAST ONE BUT ITS OKAY 😔😔😔 THIS WAS MADE A FEW MONTHS AGO AND I FORGOT TO PUBLISH IT OMFG😭😭😭
Butttt anyways!!! I hope you enjoyed reading this short piece of crap!!! More to come and I might start an actual story!!!(if I don't get too busy with school😕😕)
THANK YOU FOR READING!! Comments and votes are highly appreciated!!💞💞🌷🌷
Also!! If you like this short story please check out my other story: How I wish!!
