The Lion Mourns
My world had shrunk since the first of the month. The problem was that my world, the world I'd made up for myself, consisted mostly of my friend, Zell. A friend who I really didn't deserve if I was honest with myself. If I really thought of him as my friend, I wouldn't have let him just walk away from me without an explanation when I'd lost the ability to speak.
Or I would have apologized by now. I think he's been avoiding me. Probably not a difficult thing for Zell. He has any number of friends here. He'd probably be perfectly fine without me.
Mid-negative thought something white catches the sunlight. I start to walk over and I realize what I thought was a shadow is actually a large red splotch. Picking up the pace, I realize it's blood. And... I can't... I can't move. Can't think. I just stand there.
Or I would have apologized by now. I think he's been avoiding me. Probably not a difficult thing for Zell. He has any number of friends here. He'd probably be perfectly fine without me.
Mid-negative thought something white catches the sunlight. I start to walk over and I realize what I thought was a shadow is actually a large red splotch. Picking up the pace, I realize it's blood. And... I can't... I can't move. Can't think. I just stand there.