I've often been told that, you'd only ever know the true value of a person once they're gone. At first, I dismissed such words. I took everyone I had for granted, never understanding what those words really meant. But.. I finally got it. I finally understood it when I lost him.
Grey is my light. If I had to name my guardian angel, it would be him.
He was a bright and cherry person, the type who'd rush in head first, not caring about the consequences. He didn't think, forgoing any notions of making a plan, relishing the choices and the journey more than anything. It was a sharp contrast to me, a timid and shy person. Hell, the thought of others'opinions is enough to scare me to my core.
Falling in love is the last thing I would've expected, but.. him falling back came as a bigger shock. It was.. unusual, and different. But.. it was fun.
His words grounded me, made me feel safe and secured.
He was the reason I came back from the darkness I surrounded myself in, putting me back into the light he encompasses as a person.
But.. it wasn't always pleasant .
We had a misunderstanding. A fight that broke into shouts and harsh words. Before I knew it, he was out the door. The last words I ever said to him is one that'll forever haunt me.
He never came back. We searched every nook of the town, asked every resident, had gotten help from the authorities.
Yet.. it was all pointless. Like a bubble, he left no trace. He was simply.. gone.
The harsh pour of the rain that day was.. ironic. He always asked what type of person can hate the rain. It's funny that the same thing you appreciated so much would be the last thing you would've possibly felt.
The rain had taken a new meaning for me now. It's a reminder of lost. Of how.. close and yet so far away you were away from me.
I've long since given up hope. Everyone did. You were gone, and I.. couldn't accept that.
I couldn't accept, that the light of my life, my.. angel, would never come back.
So I ran. I ran until my lungs burnt. I ran until my legs quaked. I ran until.. just like he was.. I was lost, a soul gone from where I was supposed to be at.
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The World I Live Without You
Short StoryYet.. It was pointless. Like a bubble, he left no trace. He was simply.. Gone.