Secret Love: The Letter
Description
Loving someone is different from loving someone secretly. It's a dangerous thing.
I love you more than myself,
I think of you more than myself,
No one needs to know, if only I have you, I can live.
Foreword
I laid trembling on my bed. I was lying down on my side, I was clutching my chest with my hands as I sobbed noisily and messily. My tears hadn't stopped falling ever since I found out about what happened.
I thought it was a sick joke at first, but then my parents informed me on the truth. He was really gone.
Nothing felt right.
Why would he do that? He seemed perfectly fine!
He would always smile and it made me happy to see someone so full of life.
I could see my life just break down in front of me when I found out. I never knew he felt like that. Felt like that about me. I should've listened to him.
He's gone.
I got up from my bed and angrily stomped to my phone, I grasped it tightly and I threw it at the wall. It broke into small pieces. I picked up the letter he wrote me. His suicide letter. And I sunk down to my knees once more.
"W-Why didn't you t-tell me?"
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