after sailing through thousands of nights.

GunI had always known you were not pieced for a soul alike with me, but I defied the fate God had prepared and insisted myself as the right side. I would prepare your whiskey mixed coffee, every morning; I would serve you a plate filled with your favorite morning dish.

Every after work, I would greet your frozen lips and kiss your cold cheeks. I would gather us for dinner and I would initiate the conversations wherein your answers were either yes or no. I would gaze into your dead eyes before I flashed to you my crumbling happiness.

I could see someone between your anger and doubts.

Even after the thousands of delivered nights, somebody still haunted your mind, freeing yourself from my touches.

Tonight, I changed it all.

I pointed the gun at your chest and asked you to tell me you would spend your remaining days with me.

You did not answer.

You stood, unfazed, on your spot and you looked bored. My fingers trembled and I whispered if you ever spent a night with only my picture in your head. You shrugged.

I would always remind you that our hands were the ones bound for a sugar life. I grinned at you and reassembled the position of my gun.

I placed it on my chest before I pulled the trigger.

In this memory of our darkness, you would always remember me.


Thank you for reading this story. If you want to talk about random things with me, do not hesitate to reach me through my “Contact” page. All the best love, my dear.

let me hold your words before you leave;

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