The Night - Original Writing Essay

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I spent most nights thinking about her and how she was no longer existent. A stone replaced her with her name engraved on it. I stared at it feeling unsatisfied because she just meant so much more in my eyes. She was now lying down still with a stone above her head showing the world she once lived.
I found it odd how all-living things become objects or some historical monument at the end of their lives. Something stationary that people admire or reflect on. I found myself crying one late night as I brushed my teeth in front of Mathilde’s bathroom sink. I was perfectly fine and the second I spat out the remaining toothpaste from my mouth to the sink, I bursted into unexplainable tears. Maybe it was because we once shared the same toothbrush. I still remember the night she came to my place after a party. She had forgotten to pack her toothbrush and she began wondering in circles as her fingers were tangled in her hair. “Just go to bed and get over it,” I said brushing my teeth as I saw her reflection in my mirror wearing only panties and a baggy t-shirt. “I can’t! I just can’t! It’s one of my biggest pet peeves!” She approached herself towards me and wrapped her arms around me kneeling her tiny head on my back. I managed to turn around and fix my eyes on hers but she only tricked me by snatching the toothbrush from my hand. She placed it in front of her plump lips and began brushing her own teeth. I looked at her feeling disgusted. “Oh please! Like you aren’t grossed…

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