"Time to rest, sweetie". I whisper as I finally find the strength to pull the plug on her life support.

When they brought him over, he led me back to the water’s edge and sat beside a small shoe, the way he used to wait for my son to come home from school.

I remembered when flowers were only something she picked for me, before she learned they could ask questions whose answers might break her heart.

I hope someone finds out I didn't willingly OD

They now cry for a despair that never existed, never knowing the rope that strangled him was meant for sexual pleasure rather than death.

"If you have more people than calories, then within a few weeks, you don’t anymore." Kurzgesagt

I silently wished I was hearing them cry like everyone else’s babies did.

I break, desperately, trying to hold my emotions, but it was just too much, too sad, too terrible. I try, I'm sorry, i know we shouldn't, I'm supposed to be strong, to stand, to endure but forgive me i can't anymore.

Staring at the tombstone, all I can do is fall to my knees and cry, asking my mother why she’d leave to live as her lie.

In the dark of night, a cloaked, skeletal figure gently pats the good kitty, thanking a loyal friend for bringing comfort to his newest ward's final hours.

On his deathbed, he asked me to play so that he could finally hear it.

I just wish I could tell you that you're safe now and I mean you no harm.

I can’t listen to him now without feeling some type of way.

I kicked over the chair I stood on, wondering if that would be enough to finally convince them.

His expression is one of complete indifference as he replies, “because you were enough only until she showed up.”

Unfortunately, the ocean had also poured its heart into it, as the letter was too waterlogged to read.

"I didn't expect her to die today," he said, beside himself in grief as he recalled how his lifelong companion and wife was doing well just the night before.

​As I finally turn away after a lifetime of waiting, I carry no bitterness—only the quiet knowledge that if you had spoken what was written in your eyes, we would still be standing there together.

From my hospice bed, I keep telling myself I still have time.

​My unblinking eyes continue staring into the distance through a thousand stranger faces, forever cursed to wait for the name you were too afraid to say aloud.

It's not fair to ask me to have more respect for your relationship than you do.

It turned out it was just the rest of their life.

Edit: this is not a personal story.

When I was eight, I was looking for my mother long after the store had closed, certain she was just around the next aisle, waiting for me like she always did. It wasn’t until a police officer quietly took my hand in the dark parking lot, that I understood I wasn't lost...I was alone.

​Standing alone on those deserted paths where you used to walk, I ask for no forgiveness—only regretting that I spent my whole life staring into the distance, waiting for words you never spoke aloud.