Put your open lips on mine, and slowly let them shut. For they're designed to be together.
he folds the paper and puts it in his pocket.
she could have lived.
she could have stayed.
he could have apologized,
before it was too late.
they could have had their forever,
they could have been happy.
things could have been alright,
before they started to break.
so many things that could have been,
but never could be...
everything flashes in front of his eyes,
like a whirlpool of grief...
She pretended She didn't care.
He kept begging for a reason.
She was aching to run to him.
He kept asking her to stay.
She thought He already went home.
He stayed rooted to the ground.
She tried not to think of him.
He'd never get tired of waiting.
She knew she was dying.
He thought She can live.
He said he hates her.
She said it's for the best.
He realized he could never hate her.
She didn't want to stay, not without him.
He found himself at her door.
They found her stone cold on the floor.
He asked them to bring her back.
They told him She's gone...
maybe the timing didn't match, after all.
but just because she left,
doesn't mean she wanted to.
she's gone.
they had said.
but he knew better.
she won't ever be gone.
because
a part of her will always be safe
in his heart.
so I'll stop looking for you at my door.
because I know you'll always remain near me,
no matter what.
YOU ARE READING
gone
Short Story*and, she left. but just because she did, doesn't mean she wanted to.*
