Random Mini Stories I wrote

It's all Too Late

I walk that threading string

The one that's preventing me from entering

The dark and empty abyss below

Until I reach the middle to take what's around me

How'd I get here?

Only heaven knows

But this definitely isn't heaven

And I'm pretty sure this isn't hell

I then realized

There's nothing but me and a string

But what's the string attached to?

I look up to Meet the faces

Of all my loved ones

I look behind me to see even more of them

But only those who've I've met in the past

Both sides standing on a little pillar

Everyone holding a piece of the string

I watch and see as they all smile behind me

Encouraging me that I could do it

That I could go forward

And move on

Move on from them finally

To the people who's been forwarding my life

So I take light steps careful not to fall

But the next steps are a bit trickier to take

I look back to see those of the past show a falter in their smile, clearly disappointed

And I watch as a few disappear into the abyss

I don't let that faze me

I keep on going and going

Oblivious to my stopping

To my hesitation

And what it's doing for both me and them

That is until I have only a few more steps from reaching the other side

Do I look up

To see one more smiling face welcoming me

Where'd everyone go?

I look back to meet the same thing except they don't look very happy

I face forward

Concentrating hard to do everything I can

From hesitating

But I can't help the feeling

I know I shouldn't look back but I want to so much

I couldn't resist the urge as I took one final glance

To see the sad spirit now worried...?

I then turn forward, close my eyes, and jump

But I don't feel a piece of string under me

Just a piece of hard rocks piercing my feet

And a sudden chilling atmosphere

I open my eyes

To nothing...

The people that were here...They're gone

The sky is now black

And the pillars toppled over

When I feel tears drop

That's when the realization hits

This place? It was my heart

Those people? People who I love and loved at some point

The pillars? The two sides of my heart

The string? That thin lasting hope I could actually move on

The lesson?

Moving forward can work both ways

For the people of the past who've already gone and forgotten you

And for the people who want to welcome you into their lives

But what if you can't move on?

Then you affect both sides

The ones from the past who don't even give a glance to you anymore and want you gone

And for those in the present who can't take

You're whining or stress or just can't wait

And it affects you too

They'll eventually leave

One by one

Until *Snap*

The string that held onto last faith has been snapped

It's all too late now

©raibear