Hey, guys. This is a new work I've done. It's just a little short story about the pain of missing someone.



I walked outside into the chill, blue twilight, my footsteps as quiet and resolved as I was. It was going to end. I would surrender to my cowardice at long last tonight. I visited the animals one last time and, with a shaking hand, fed them the last meal they would ever receive from me. Whether I was trembling from fear or cold, I could not tell.

I looked up into the cold, distant, cloudy sky, and I knew that God was watching me. I felt ashamed. I knew that I was being weak. Silently, I offered my apologies, and asked him to forgive me and take me back into His arms tonight. I needed to go to a place where it wouldn't hurt so much to be without you.

My long hair floated gently on the soft, lulling breeze. Long ago, I had wanted to cut a lock of it and give it to you, so that a real, physical part of me could always be with you. Too late now, I told myself. You were gone.

I trod gently up the steps of my home, pausing a moment to take my last look at the world. All was utterly bleak.

I entered my room and softly shut the door. I produced the needle from its safe little hiding place in the forgotten shadow of some beautiful, cherished trinket. I held it up to the light. It seemed almost lovely, the way it gleamed, but it seemed also to mock me, taunting me in my fear and weakness and beckoning me to let it pierce my pale, transparent flesh.

I looked at it carefully, and realized that it would be my absolute end. The rapidly shrinking chance of our reunion would be completely destroyed if used this thing. I broke, twisted and mutilated the device, and cast it away.

I stepped back into the world, cold, ashamed and exposed, but still alive. Still breathing, still hopeful, and still waiting for you, my eternal love.