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this is so painful. i can’t even begin to imagine how the bereaved family and friends feel. you are the most beautiful soul. i wish you could’ve lived longer to see how many of us love you. the least i would know is that the moon has finally become a star in the sky. rest forever in paradise, my love.
“remember when you wouldn’t let go of that dirty old shirt?”
you almost hear him giggle, “yeah, i would always wear it wherever i go.”
somehow with the way his eyes form crescent moons to the thought, you couldn’t help but laugh as well. god, he loved that fucking shirt.
“i would always tell you to throw it out but you never do.”
you could almost muster the feeling as his fingertips yearn to glide down the waterfall of light pouring a glint down your hair and shoulders.
you missed this.
you missed him. you fucking did.
“because it was a gift from you, why would i ever want to throw it out?”
you smiled, “i know. i actually love it now.”
“so is that why you’re wearing it right now?”
tears started to form once again as you pulled the raggedy cloth material in a twist. it smelled too much like him to let it go. and you didn’t want to let him go.
and you knew you actually hated this fucking shirt.
“so will you be the one throw it out now?” you laughed at his words once again. although a bitter one this time. “i can never do that.”
“so i guess you know i’m always right by your side, right?” he smiled. a genuine one in contrast to yours.
the silence that you have gotten used to for months was all of a sudden so much more deafening. it’s been months since he left and somehow the room grew more empty as your heart sunk to an even deeper level. and just like that you were taken back to reality.
god, this all feels too real.
you know you never wanted to face it but you just knew exactly why.
you struggled to muster up a smile as you grabbed the hem of your shirt. his shirt.