Tram Duong
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where are you?
I never really liked jewelry. It’d either turn me green or break, so I never saw the point. It was never “me” anyways. For some reason though, I still carry around your necklace like it’s my own source of life. Strange how one person can flip your world upside down and suddenly, everywhere you look, you can see them, smell them, hear them, feel them, and even taste them. After you went missing, the locket was the only thing I had of you. It was the only thing I really had at all, really. Silly necklace… How this little trinket can hold so much hope for someone who might just be dead. It’s been weeks since I last saw you, and now the only times I can see you is when I open this god-forsaken necklace. I hope you are well, though. The search for you is what has kept me alive. I don’t know what I’ll do knowing that you’re gone. The air around me collapses my lungs with every breath I take and I am nothing more but rattling bones blanketed in sheer skin. The stench of corpses is unbearable and I have nobody left, not even a ghost of a peer. I have no salvation besides this broken street lamp. I feel myself slowly losing my sanity. What would I do without you? Please, someone! Dear God, I cannot be alone here. The silence is deafening! I can’t do this alone! Please come back to me, where are you? Damn this necklace! Where are you?!
By Tram Duong3 years ago in Fiction