there were pieces of you that i knew by heart — the small noises you made when you were frustrated, your real laugh, and the one that meant "i can't believe this." the way you humored almost everyone even though you really wanted to be left alone. the predictability with which you would come out at night and wrap yourself around my throat, choking me until i fell asleep.
but there were pieces that i would never know, no matter how many times i saw them. the visual pieces. your smile never stayed in my memory, no matter how i focused on it. i could forget the casual grace of the way you moved in the space of a heartbeat, until you snuck up on me again. your presence, like a lighthouse — the pure space you took up, how it dwarfed me.
those were the things that slipped away first when you left.
YOU ARE READING
(everything) you left.
Short Storya slow descent into insanity. i'm going to be honest. i don't entirely know what this is. but if you're up for short "chapters," questionable metaphors and yet another round of personifying mental illnesses into the people who triggered them, come o...
