school felt empty.
art club felt empty.
the train felt empty.
not even Kohaku’s incessant talkativeness could fill the space she’d left.
the snow made me feel cold
outside and in.
so i warmed by making a fire in our fireplace
and drinking tea.
i stared at the flames
watching them flicker back and forth
eating away at the wood
never ending
until their fuel runs out
turned to ashes
useless.
useless.
that’s me.
what was the point
i didn’t know.
not anymore.
one month it had been now
since she left.
one month and i was barely functioning.
Midori.
Midori, what have you done to me.
i must’ve fallen too hard for you
because
now i’ve hit rock
bottom.
YOU ARE READING
Through Viridian Seas
Short Story❝ the world has taken away who i really am. who i want to be. ❞ in which loneliness is washed away by a sea of blue-green beauty. ❄girlxgirl❄a cellphone novel❄complete❄ #152 in short story | 28/7/17 © 2017 salmonskinroll written 21/5 to 27/7/17