The Ocean.A Story by ClaudeA very short story based around suicide. Obvious trigger warning for suicide, and for self harm."Your eyes... they kind of remind me of the ocean." That was the last thing I ever heard from her. Her eyes glazed over as she said it. I could hear her last breath. I was silent for a while, but then I cried. I cried for hours, even after I was rushed out of the hospital room. No one was there to comfort me. It's been three years since. I still look at her pictures. She was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. She never saw this, though. She fought with me on a nearly daily basis on the topic. It would start with me saying something along the lines of, "Your hair looks really nice today," which she would deny. We'd go into a whole debate about it. I won most of the time. She would pout and get upset. She had scars. On her arms, on her legs. Anywhere she could get away with hiding them. Some were scratches, or burns, cuts, and holes. It made me sad to look at them long, to know each one was self-inflicted, to know it was normal for someone like her. Even right this second it hurts to think about each of these scars. She was everything to me. She still is. She wouldn't want this. I want this. I'll just have to apologize. Maybe she'll forgive me... for turning out like her. She always told me not to, but what else was I supposed to do? I couldn't be normal. I hope she was right when she told me so many times that heaven was real. I may see her again. That's all I want. All I have to do is breathe... and I do. I breathe in the water. The ocean water. I can feel it filling my lungs as I close my eyes. I can feel my own body get colder. I'm losing my own thoughts. My eyes... they aren't even blue.
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