The air felt heavy. I had flashes of my best friends laughing. I had flashes of the darkness. I got off the floor, and I got into my car.
Semantics allow for that: suicidal is a state, not a verb.
I opened your urn for the first time ever. I even picked up the bag that contains you, took it out and placed it next to me. Looks like a mound of dust.
The material and immaterial both matter when it comes to the personality, the essence of a human being.
4. You’re a racist who just woke up from a cryogenic state and found out that a black man is president.
I didn’t want to keep our moments alive any longer. I just wanted the hurt to stop. It almost worked, until I received a phone call two months ago.
You notice how time passes so quickly, yet the calendar in the house hasn’t been flipped since that day.
I thought the softness could save me. The softness became my addiction, thinking this mess actually made me some cool, vaguely nymphomaniac-like girlfriend.
“Help me,” a voice whispered, and I was so surprised I fell back on my butt, nearly taking the knob with me.
Granted, I did warn him of all of this before we became committed, but I doubt he could have understood the true complexity of the situation.