The Day After

The day after I was supposed to die, was just like the rest. Everyone went about their routine. Everything was the same, except for him. He stood closer to me. His hugs became longer and more frequent. He walked me to every class like he was worried I’d disappear. Every long pause ended with him asking if I was ok. I told him I was, but I’m not sure anymore. I want to be better for him, but what if I can’t be?

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s