When I look up at the azure sky, I see your eyes, reminding me of the night where they faded to old Levi’s. Sometimes, when the falling clouds burn a trail down my cheek, I see your face. It reminds me of how the rain washed away your scarlet life.
The day that changed everything, you took me to our place so that I could get some inspiration, and we could have some alone time, as clichè as it sounded. It was an artist's dream to capture the harsh, vindictive tide, and the gentle receding caress of the ocean. I shouldn’t have stood so near. You warned me, but I wanted to see the wild arctic waves. I believed I was invincible standing on the edge of the craggy cliff, and I was at that moment. You weren’t.
I flinch as the kaleidoscope of jagged seconds flow through my mind, slowly stripping off your blood stained hoodie— folding it carefully and setting it on our tree that you carved our initials into.
Gently caressing the rough, gnarled bark brings back memories of when we first met. I was the new kid. When I looked down at my schedule and bumped into something hard, I never imagined it was you— the golden boy. Dirty blonde hair barely long enough to get in your sapphire eyes, and at 6’4’’, you towered over my meager 5’7” frame. Being the star athlete of football and basketball, everyone envied you. …show more content…
No more. I’m here. Any time you feel like hurting yourself, call me. I’ll come. I’ll always come. Okay? I promise— you aren’t alone,” I glanced into his eyes and was surprised to see sincerity lurking there. Could he really mean it? Hesitantly, I nodded.
“I’ll always be here, even when you no longer want me. I love you Juliette,” he murmured, clutching me close.
Closing my eyes, I’m struck with reality. He is no longer here. He never will be again, because of me. I flinch and walk to the edge of the cliff, looking to the sky. As the wind picks up, I whisper into the raging gusts.
“I’m coming, Alarik.” ♤♤♤♤♤♤ Alarik
The day that changed everything, you took me to our place so that I could get some inspiration, and we could have some alone time, as clichè as it sounded. It was an artist's dream to capture the harsh, vindictive tide, and the gentle receding caress of the ocean. I shouldn’t have stood so near. You warned me, but I wanted to see the wild arctic waves. I believed I was invincible standing on the edge of the craggy cliff, and I was at that moment. You weren’t.
I flinch as the kaleidoscope of jagged seconds flow through my mind, slowly stripping off your blood stained hoodie— folding it carefully and setting it on our tree that you carved our initials into.
Gently caressing the rough, gnarled bark brings back memories of when we first met. I was the new kid. When I looked down at my schedule and bumped into something hard, I never imagined it was you— the golden boy. Dirty blonde hair barely long enough to get in your sapphire eyes, and at 6’4’’, you towered over my meager 5’7” frame. Being the star athlete of football and basketball, everyone envied you. …show more content…
No more. I’m here. Any time you feel like hurting yourself, call me. I’ll come. I’ll always come. Okay? I promise— you aren’t alone,” I glanced into his eyes and was surprised to see sincerity lurking there. Could he really mean it? Hesitantly, I nodded.
“I’ll always be here, even when you no longer want me. I love you Juliette,” he murmured, clutching me close.
Closing my eyes, I’m struck with reality. He is no longer here. He never will be again, because of me. I flinch and walk to the edge of the cliff, looking to the sky. As the wind picks up, I whisper into the raging gusts.
“I’m coming, Alarik.” ♤♤♤♤♤♤ Alarik