She left him on a perfect summer day. He never knew why and she couldn't give him a reason. Their ending was like a sudden micro-burst running through a dry gulley. It stirred up everything he kept still in his heart. He never knew he even had that much to lose. While he scrambled to settle the dust he lost sight of her.
Days after they buried her he noticed he spent more time looking at her pictures than he ever spent looking into her eyes. They looked so empty there, frozen in time. He took them down, her pictures. She always had this questioning look on her face as if she blamed him. It was probably his guilt playing tricks on him. The darkness scared him, because there he was forced to face the truth. She was innocent and beautiful and it was his influence that brought her to the time and place that would end her. He felt so alive, the chemicals racing through his blood awakened his mind in ways he never thought possible. He brought that to her, but she lacked the self control and soon it controlled her. Or maybe it was him, maybe he held the control all this time.
The chemicals, the colors taking over her mind, the overwhelming physical sensations, and the false confidence; it all ruined her. It ruined him too, but in a way he couldn't see until his reason for living was taken. Her heartbeat stilled and that day the world stopped. He always felt so alone, but he wasn't. When she left, she left her shadow and it haunts him even now.
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practicallyhere:
What a beautiful and haunting story. Did you write this?
anarra:
Yes I did write it, writing is one of my secret hobbies :)