-'Everything is gonna be alright. Promise'

All good things must come to and end. So it goes the saying, and so it goes life. She faked a smile and dug her face on his shoulder. They didn't have a home to run to. Life was just spitting it at her face. His last words kept echoing in her head "Everything's gonna be alright". She pressed the hug tighter. She wanted to believe it so badly. However, the line had been crossed and she knew that nothing would be alright anymore. She knew there was no hope. All that was left for her was facing reminders.

She enjoyed both the warmth of his body and the soft pressure of the comforter. She could sense his exhaled breath on her forehead and, for some reason, it made her feel extremely sad. That was going to be one the things she'd miss the most, his breathing rocking her to sleep. She started crying with still sobs and slow thick tears. She fought against it, but her cry became more and more intense. She knew he noticed and inwardly thanked him for not saying a word and just making her feel his embrace tighter. She needed no more.

She hated giving him such a hard time because she knew it wasn't any easier for him either. She had repeatedly said to herself during the day that she wouldn't burst out crying, and she had done a good job that far, but the sharp realization that the last night together had finally arrived, that the clock was ticking every hour, every minute and every second for the last time was too hard to handle. That night was just the beginning of many other lasts to come.

Lonesome. Hollow. Cold.

It felt like the last day of summer holidays when she was a kid, and suddenly every wheat field, every pavement stone, every transfer in her skin and every sticker in her bicycle seemed totally different, and strikingly relevant. It felt like the day after a birthday, the bittersweet realization that what she wished for so long, was already over. It felt like the last day of Christmas, getting the ornaments back in their boxes to store them in the attic for a whole year.

She thought she was hurt, but she wasn't.

As in her favourite summers, she had pictures and memories to hold on to and now that she had learnt how to ride without training wheels, she knew that no matter how far it seemed, there'll eventually come a new summer to do it all again. And she had him transferred in every inch of her skin and every one of her pores. She still had the sweet taste of the cake in her lips and the extreme excitement of the unexpected birthday presents. And although her lights had gone off like the ornaments after Christmas, she will happily let them collect dust until the appropriate hands would carefully rub them and make them shine again.

Lonesome without his smile. Hollow, far from that stare that filled her with emotions. Cold out of his wrapping arms.

She thought she was hurt, but she wasn't.

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Thanks to my hope hotline, to Jenne for encouraging me and to Pervster for chaining himself naked to me and forcing me blog whatevah :lol: