“When using this formula in modern arithmetic…”, The sluggish slur of the teacher’s monotone voice tirelessly instructed the students on their task at hand. My head pounded like a punching bag, continuously being struck at. The opaque, frosted windows made it difficult to divert my attention from the agonizing lecture. Past these windows, the delicate snowflakes fell peacefully until they met their end, welcoming destruction as if it was a friend of the past. The class in front of my eyes began to blur, eventually drifting into an endless, black surrounding.
The sun slowly sank into the sea, as darkness gradually started to engulf the lilac sky, signaling the day’s end. That very morning, the sun was as golden as a first place Olympic medal, …show more content…
His face had emerged into a pale, white mess while he continued to battle against the water that was steadily killing him; killing us. The sound of his faint breathing was barely noticeable. I didn’t want to have to remember the days I spent alongside him, I wanted to keep living them. His small, insignificant voice at the back of the class still lingered in the rear of my mind.
My voice high-pitched, but soundless. “Hold on, please hold on”. But how could he hold on if there was nothing in sight?
Inevitably, his thin frame became exhausted. As I grabbed his arm, I could feel the slight shivering of his body.
I had to let go.
Unaware whether my cheeks were burning from the ocean’s harsh salt water or my own tears that continuously rolled down my face and sunk into my parched skin, I was depleted. I’d let go. Now it was just me.
The cold sweat had covered my body. My vision began to clear at the edges, finding the dampened piece of paper that lay on the desk in front of me. Oblivious to the fact that several confused and distracted faces were looking towards me, my mind was consumed with overwhelming thoughts. My own contemplation was pulling at the fraying strings of my heart. It had been my fault, my error, my weakness that concluded in the loss of a beautiful heart, an intelligent mind, a generous friend and a brother I don’t think I could live
The sun slowly sank into the sea, as darkness gradually started to engulf the lilac sky, signaling the day’s end. That very morning, the sun was as golden as a first place Olympic medal, …show more content…
His face had emerged into a pale, white mess while he continued to battle against the water that was steadily killing him; killing us. The sound of his faint breathing was barely noticeable. I didn’t want to have to remember the days I spent alongside him, I wanted to keep living them. His small, insignificant voice at the back of the class still lingered in the rear of my mind.
My voice high-pitched, but soundless. “Hold on, please hold on”. But how could he hold on if there was nothing in sight?
Inevitably, his thin frame became exhausted. As I grabbed his arm, I could feel the slight shivering of his body.
I had to let go.
Unaware whether my cheeks were burning from the ocean’s harsh salt water or my own tears that continuously rolled down my face and sunk into my parched skin, I was depleted. I’d let go. Now it was just me.
The cold sweat had covered my body. My vision began to clear at the edges, finding the dampened piece of paper that lay on the desk in front of me. Oblivious to the fact that several confused and distracted faces were looking towards me, my mind was consumed with overwhelming thoughts. My own contemplation was pulling at the fraying strings of my heart. It had been my fault, my error, my weakness that concluded in the loss of a beautiful heart, an intelligent mind, a generous friend and a brother I don’t think I could live