It was the night he was taken away from me.
There he was, naked, lying on the bed, his bones seemed to be ripping off the skin, his pale soft skin. It was a vision of death, of sickness, or maybe regret.
Killer - they wrote on the walls.
I was sitting over our bedroom desk, having a smoke and gazing through the curtains. I couldn't sleep.
The night was colored by tones of red and orange, the colors of a city that never takes a rest, that is always watching, always watching you.
I knew I was waiting, somehow.
I never liked his ways. I never loved him truly. He seemed to me like an adventure of a girl that had to much time on her hands, but in that moment, that particular hour that I could not sleep, or let myself sleep, I looked at him and I saw the man that I loved. Somehow, somewhere along the way I started loving him.
Nietzsche said that one must be careful when looking at the abyss, because the abyss can look back at you. Loving him was like this, but that night the monster was sleeping and I was guarding.
The cigarette smoke floated around, the house was quiet, the floor outside was shaking, I could hear the sound of everything getting closer, of my fate changing, of my heart breaking.
The sirens echoed in our street like a thunder, I shed a tear. He woke up and looked at me, terrified, terrified of me being so calm, so aware, so quiet.
They broke the door, flashlights. Everybody down. I kept smoking my cigarette. There it was - the abyss staring at me - those blue eyes - my baby, my vile reckless child was gone.
(Based on this Story Jam)
Fruit from this Jam:
339 by Nemon
Child Design Inc by Nemon
Brendan by Conor O'Sullivan
Pain and Comfort by Aleks
Forever in Love by JuliaTannenbaum
My Wife the Zombie by
Badger Road by ryguy25
False Positive by patrick holloway
Let it Grow by sophierose
Darkest Result of Love by Tim
Love by sausau
Confession by MichaelThompson
The gaze by Ines
Paraselene Love. by Persia-Lili Moharerr
key to life by
Tea by aravio
The crazy friend ship fall out. by
The Desire to Feel by