As I walk home on this dreadful, dreary night I reflect on all that I once had, and all I have now lost. I remember Lenore, and the guilt I still feel. This guilt, which I feel every single day, this guilt which is eating away at me. This guilt which makes me feel more dead than alive. As I tell this gruesome tale, uncover the truth, observe my mistakes and decide my fate.
Since childhood, I have been alone. No family, no friends, just me. I was completely prepared to go through life alone, and only depend on myself. This was before I met Lenore. Lenore was a beacon of light, in a dark time. Lenore was the complete opposite to me. She was happy, vivacious and talkative. While I am shy, sad and quiet, this was one of the main reasons we began …show more content…
The pictures that hung over the fireplace, were out of place and crooked. The pleasant smell of lavender, that usually filled my chamber was replaced with a revolting smell. The beautiful sounds of nature, were replaced with dead silence. Worst of all was the realisation that Lenore wasn’t here, and that I was alone once again.
I immediately raced out the door, back into the eerie night to look for Lenore. I explored the rough forests, and searched for my lost love. After a considerable amount of time, I decided to return home and recollect my thoughts.
If you had entered my chamber, you would fancy me mad, because the chamber was back to normal, it looked like it had every other day. The painting hung naturally above the roaring fireplace, the amazing smell of lavender had returned and the sounds of nature had resumed. Lenore was cooking in the kitchen, and everything was back to normal.
I should have known that nothing is normal, especially not in my life.
I walked into the kitchen and began talking to Lenore. Lenore and I could talk for hours about the most trivial, meaningless things. That’s how I knew something was wrong. Lenore seemed distant and disconnected, so unlike her usual self. A terrifying thought entered my mind, a thought I wish didn’t have and wish I didn’t say.
“You’re not Lenore, are
Since childhood, I have been alone. No family, no friends, just me. I was completely prepared to go through life alone, and only depend on myself. This was before I met Lenore. Lenore was a beacon of light, in a dark time. Lenore was the complete opposite to me. She was happy, vivacious and talkative. While I am shy, sad and quiet, this was one of the main reasons we began …show more content…
The pictures that hung over the fireplace, were out of place and crooked. The pleasant smell of lavender, that usually filled my chamber was replaced with a revolting smell. The beautiful sounds of nature, were replaced with dead silence. Worst of all was the realisation that Lenore wasn’t here, and that I was alone once again.
I immediately raced out the door, back into the eerie night to look for Lenore. I explored the rough forests, and searched for my lost love. After a considerable amount of time, I decided to return home and recollect my thoughts.
If you had entered my chamber, you would fancy me mad, because the chamber was back to normal, it looked like it had every other day. The painting hung naturally above the roaring fireplace, the amazing smell of lavender had returned and the sounds of nature had resumed. Lenore was cooking in the kitchen, and everything was back to normal.
I should have known that nothing is normal, especially not in my life.
I walked into the kitchen and began talking to Lenore. Lenore and I could talk for hours about the most trivial, meaningless things. That’s how I knew something was wrong. Lenore seemed distant and disconnected, so unlike her usual self. A terrifying thought entered my mind, a thought I wish didn’t have and wish I didn’t say.
“You’re not Lenore, are