The rays of the sun wake me, the faint scent of lavender left in my bed. It was always going to happen like this, you think I would be okay, but my heart is hurting.
There won't be any more chances on this Earth left for me, for us. She’s left me, probably hoping to defend this world, but I know there’s no way for us to remain.
I wish she would have stayed, laid in the bed, called me “stupid” like she always does in her condescending tone.
I’m not the one she loves though, she loves that boy more than me, and I can’t change that.
I can still hear our conversations in my head, “Shut up ₭⍶ⓙÎ you stupid bastard!"
You would call me these crass names, but I could always tell in your voice you never truly hated me, but I knew you may never love me either.
It’s been an hour, and I can barely stand to get up from my bed, but I have responsibilities, even if it is the end of the world.
I get dressed, my regular jeans and white button up shirt, tuck it in, tie my hair back, maybe it’s finally time to cut it. I light a cigarette, cook some eggs and rice to really start my day.
I take my sweet time eating, there’s no rush on a day like this. Stepping outside, take a big breath of the hot summer air.
There’s only one thing that matters to me now, I want to water my melon patch. Scratching my head I grab my watering can, and begin my walk.
These mountains are beautiful, but my destination is the best part. A widespread field with a large pond on the other side, behind it lay a forest that surrounds the rest of the field.
It’s like a scene out of a storybook, and here is where my melon patch lies. Nurturing something is really great, it can teach you a lot.
I’ve learned that pain, pain teaches kindness, and kindness is not the same as weakness. This is a place I wouldn't mind dying, that’s probably why I came here.
There’s explosions in the distance, but all I hear is your voice playing in my head, and that's fine with me. Lights raise from the sky, and then silence.