by Tiarne W.
The night was silent as her thoughts consumed her. Her demons pulling her under and it was all because of him. Her positive thoughts slowly dying, she was useless, ugly, better off dead. She was stupid, boring the demons had said. He disappeared out of sight, but stayed in her mind. She could no longer feel his touch. The thought brought tears to her eyes. Everyday it felt as though he was slipping away, he finally left her all alone, left her rotting in this place. But even though she’s broken she doesn’t want to be fixed, because he took her heart and broke it in two, but after all it’s always been his. So now she stares at the mirror looking at a stranger, she’s become a shell of herself, she’s considered herself a danger. As her reflection stares back at her, she can’t help it but to cry. Because he’s all gone. He’s not by her side. The demons finally get to her, pulling her deep as she could go. Down to the darkness, deeper and deeper till there’s no feeling left. But it’s ok, she’s alright. She was the angel that was stronger than the rest.
by Samantha C.
The room was silent. She sat there on the couch that they had once shared. She could feel herself detaching from him. Like he was slowly being pulled away from everything he was or is, she wasn’t quite sure. The room to her, smelt like old memories of them together. Cheap cologne still hung in the air around her. She could hear him still, even though he had been gone so long. The side of his bed, left untouched, not a crinkle in sight. Ever so slowly, she was starting to lose hope of seeing him again. Dread hung in the air like a leech. All she could do was wait, for him, for the doorbell to ring. Time felt endless, minutes turned into hours, hours to days, she had had enough when finally the sound of that doorbell she was so desperate to hear. Rushing, she opened to find the sergeant with the look on his face and she knew. He was gone forever, killed in action, he had died a hero.