14, Weak

118 11 2
                                    

I ran as fast as I can.

Negatives are slowly storming into my mind.

I started to get weak.

"He'll never be alive."

"He left you."

"He doesn't love you anymore."

The voices started to get louder and louder from the back of my mind.

I slowed my pace down as I reached my destination.

.

.

.

.

.

He looked at him laying down on the bed, peacefully, in his coma.

edited : 16 . jun . 2k19

t.g┊diary [✔︎]Where stories live. Discover now