Short Story: Beach Home

fluentisms he will tell you he loves you, the way your hands emit warmth, thawing his heart in the correct precise shade of yellow. the scent of your hair will bring him nostalgia of his beach house on the east shore, so he will touch you whenever he gets the chance to. he's going to spend his breath on praises that show you how much you're worth to him. but then he will tell you something is different now. he's a little too used to summer and a little too used to the sea. he's going to apologize for saving you, as if it was as simple as erasing what he's already driven in ink. and, eventually he is going to leave. she will tell you she's there for you, she's going to wrap you in words that have a better aftertaste than ecstasy does. and she's …show more content…
that forever doesn't really exist and that she's a little dulled on the idea of saving you when she can barely save herself. when she lets go of your fingers, she'll say sorry for the damage but leave the mess to you and, eventually she is going to leave. you tell yourself that you're useless, that your existence isn't necessary in a world of billions, and such a pathetic one at that. you wake up with the thought planted that you're an error, a faulty system that restarting can't fix. you swear that the bed you sleep in will be the bed you die in, if you're lucky enough to not wake up. but, eventually that is going to leave. and what will come from it will be different. you will realize how beautiful your existence is, and how much you can impact with it. you'll look in the mirror and see your intelligence, your worth, your power. you'll realize that you will only ever have yourself, for the rest of your life and passed that. don't ask me how this is possible, to just wake up and love yourself unconditionally, because i don't know. but your body will thank you, because finally finally finally it is loved by the one person who needed to love it the most.
you.