pain, pain,
go away.
come again,
some other day.
little beatrice
wants to play.
pain, pain,
go away.
please don't
come back,
every other day.
little beatrice,
still wants to play.
i remember her sing that song with her own made up lyrics. everytime i visit, bringing her favorite food, her smiles would reach her ears. giggling like a kid on my jokes, as if she isn't fifteen. her polaroid camera is always full of my stolen pics—everyone's, except hers. she would always hold my hand before we sleep. and i would end up, staring at her peaceful facade. she's the same happy girl. a strong girl.
but maybe, it's already her time.
last night, i was outside her room. coming back after drinking a glass of water. i can clearly hear her. her voice—her pleading, as she cry her heart out, singing the same song.
begging for her life—to live.
everything happened all of a sudden. she was meant to end up like this in the first place, still, we never expected that it will be this fast.
she died. my bestfriend died.
after fighting with acute leukemia for almost three years.
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Note:
Imma just share hshs, I made this when my tooth ached and it was raining that time so yeah HAHAHAHA
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TAKIPSILIM
Short StoryThe sun sets. The story ends. Tears fall. TAKIPSILIM //a collection of short stories, proses and poems.// written by: amelia_mayari :>
