whispers;

“please don’t go…”

your arms are wrapped so tightly around mine that the raindrops cannot tell which is the end and which is the beginning. the icy droplets trickled fluidly down the bridge of us, leaving shimmering paths of continuing behind.

i cannot see anything; i struggle against your grip, but you don’t let go.

i gasp out the words, but i barely have a voice. i can taste my tears, your tears, mingled with the incessant rain that laughs down at us, two teenagers desperately trying to decipher that language called love.

“let me go, i don’t—”

and suddenly i am pressed up against you, and you are whispering that vow onto my lips, forever promising, forever glorious of the unbroken faith of the young.

“i love you.”

and the grey sky is gone, the bitter wind is gone, the damp cold is gone, the drenching rain is gone.

all i see are bursts of blinding elation, a sweeping calm through me that doesn’t fill the hole in my chest, but rather, seals me as an untarnished whole, as if i were never shattered at all, because we were young, we were beautiful, we were alive.

because you loved me.

* * *

i look up at my ceiling. it is still night, and you are not beside me.

i don’t cry anymore. all my tears have been spent, evaporated into a mist of longing that has numbed me. i don’t know what it’s like to feel at all anymore.

the dullness thuds at my skull. i close my eyes, willing myself to forget.

but i know i can’t.

* * *

the calendar tells me it’s almost been half a year.

it feels like years.