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"Enraged by things unsaid and empty beds and bad behavior."

 

I sat there unaware of the things around me. Unaware of the sobs that escaped the lips of loved ones. Grandmothers, mothers, aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, and close friends. They were the only ones crying as my hand was clenched to my chest. Placed above my heart where the hole of someone missing was burning inside of me. The warm hand of someone was placed on my shoulder; I didn’t look up to meet their eyes. Because my eyes wouldn’t allow me, they were fixed on a faded blue chair inside my home. A chair that had been used for so much. Lounging, loving, and fighting. The chair was worn out just like our relationship had been, worn out like him who was now lying lifeless in a casket six feet under ground. Of course our relationship was a strong one in our seven year relationship, but past the last two years it was on the rocks.

 

Author's Note

Should I go on?

Reviews

[LSS]

I loved the imagery in the first part of your story. It drew me into your passion and pain. I bled with you, I felt the same anger at those around you who didn't understand, whose compassion did not understand my agony. I believe you closed the story too quickly, the last two sentences seem contradictory and confusing. I'd would have liked to read on and see what ending you have for me. I am almost afraid, though, that this story is real and the pain you have will lodge in my heart too.
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[Autumn Reign]

please don't leave me hanging.
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