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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic


Silvery flakes drifted downward, glittering in the bright light of the harvest Moon. The Blackbird sort above a silently as we walked along then now we're back. For years this has been our spot. We would come here to talk or escape it all, but always together. People call us best friends, how some even soulmates, but me? To me we are One, our minds, our hearts, are one.

Since that day, nothing has been the same. I sit in our spot alone as the world around me grows colder. The ones warm feeling of this place haunts my mind. Everywhere I look I see you, your laugh, the light feeling of happiness when you sat next to me. I sit and think of us as the tears began to roll down my face. The happiest memories now hurt the worst, making me wonder, ' was it all my fault?'

That night I went to your house it was quiet, the light was on so I walked in. You were running a bath, your usual nightly routine. I thought nothing of it and sat down to wait. I sat there for over an hour waiting, wondering. I called out your name, no response. Thinking, maybe you fell asleep, I walked to the bathroom and open the door. That's when my world began to crash around me in an instant. You were laying there, lifeless, with blood and water running onto the floor. I ran to you and began screaming for help. After what felt like an eternity, and ambulance pulls up outside and paramedics burst in to the blessing. They rush to your side and lift you out of the water, they carry you outside, you close dripping wet. I stare blankly as I strap you in, I ride to the hospital with you, never letting go of your cold hand. We approach, the hospital doors as doctors rush out to help. They take you away on a stretcher as I run to stay by your side, calling out your name.

An hour later a doctor gets me the news. They did the best they could, he continues talking but those words are all I hear, repeating in my mind.

Now I sit back at our spot, alone, I cry singing about that day. I didn't know how you felt, if only I had known. We swore we'd be together forever, but forever was cut short for us. Now I can't think about you without tears, so now I must die with a smile knowing that we will be reunited and death, as we once were in life. 


Submitted: December 27, 2021

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