soon.

xxv.

̶ ̶ xxv. MOURNING OVER SOMEONE WHO HAD BEEN GONE FOR A WHILE.

this wasn't you.

your eyes coated black with frostbitten fingertips as you stared coldly at me.

you were there, but you weren't.

the old you, the person i had befriended, screamed in pain, but this thing- this demon that had taken over you had swallowed you into the pit of your stomach- no, his stomach. he owned you now, after all the drugs you inhaled and the nights you found yourself drunk till sunrise, and every time you had called me in slurs, i was there trying to convince you to do otherwise. to stop these awful habits for they weren't you,
you weren't you.

now the person i had trusted the most was lost in the despair of her own body, spitting out a vicious tone that she had no control over. i took the strings we had wrapped around our pinkies and i cut them loose, crying over the lost of you.

after a while, i picked up my phone in habit to text you, but then i remembered that i wasn't texting you, i was texting it. i was messaging this thing, this body who looked just like you,
but it wasn't you.

you were a dead soul caught up in something that i no longer could save. trapped inside a someone that wished to be you, but could never fathom the opportunity of having less silver on their tongue.

and i'm left to myself, remembering the you that i used to know.

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inspired by honeyoon
who's writing leaves me speechless
every single time.