Soliloquy
(...) I can't wait another second. I hear his voice everywhere. I see him all the time. I fell his breath. I smell his perfume.I dream with him. I listen him, whispering my name. Since the day of the accident I can't forget him. His face, his mouth, his eyes. The blood running all over his face. It was horrible. Chills travel across my body. I couldn't take the image of his dead body from my mind. He was too young.
Everything is going round. Every single thing reminds me of him. Of that horrible moment, the moment when he decided to go, to go somewhere, somewhere we don't know. A place we all know and imagine but none want to visit. Or maybe I want...maybe I want to be him...I don't know, I just don't care. Was it a tragic ending? Or just what he wanted…what he deserved.
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