I think there is something unknowingly painful about watching people leave suddenly. I think it's the way your heart drops into emptiness and confusion, trying to figure out where you went wrong. I don't understand as to why he wanted to leave so soon, but it still hurts.
I'm rushing back to my place right now. I can't help but wish he was here by my side because his calmness and sad demeanor made me feel like I could help him; as if I was actually useful for once in my life. I know that's really a depressing tone contradicting my joyful exterior, but you can only force a smile for so long.
I walk into the front door of my rickety old cottage in the middle of the woods; it's small and broken down, but hey, a home is a home. I have only been here for about a year, but since I work so often it feels as if I'm a stranger in my own house. Sometimes I sleep at work because the harsh weather of London can keep me from walking home, but I guess I feel more comfortable at work than here. I guess I'm just too stubborn to stay in one place for long...
I fall asleep in my bed after pondering what I did wrong for what seems like hours. Many thoughts grow and leave my mind, but only one manages to stay; just because you run away doesnt mean I can stop helping you.
Although it seems small and not altogether, it does spark a fire in my heart.
A burning fire just for him...
And I don't know why...
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Beyond The Soul
FantasyThere is a life of luxury and hope hidden inside each of us all, they are our spirits. They transform us into what we need, what we're like, and what we believe in. Sadly, I'm not like most people here in London. Can't be spirited as far as I know...
