Thy Crimson Tears Make Me Thirst For More: Part 10
I realized that it's been 2 years since I've updated this "series" :O
Well, here's something I wrote today, inspired by who else than Stan Bush :D
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I saw the suitcase in the hall when I came home from work. There it stood, so fully crammed alone, yet filling the whole hall. I knew what was happening and I closed my eyes hoping it was hallucination. When I opened my eyes the suitcase hadn't disappeared, instead I saw my wife standing next to it.
“It's time.” She said and picked up the suitcase of doom. My guts were sucked into a black hole. In a dreamlike haze I handed out my hand. She took it and gripped it firmly. “Thanks for everything.”
I bit my lip and decided I'd take it like a man. If she didn't care for me, I shouldn't keep her tied up.
“Take care” I managed to say before the taxi honked outside. She let go of my hand and walked away. I stared at the blank wall and knew I'd love her for the rest of my life.
Well, here's something I wrote today, inspired by who else than Stan Bush :D
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I saw the suitcase in the hall when I came home from work. There it stood, so fully crammed alone, yet filling the whole hall. I knew what was happening and I closed my eyes hoping it was hallucination. When I opened my eyes the suitcase hadn't disappeared, instead I saw my wife standing next to it.
“It's time.” She said and picked up the suitcase of doom. My guts were sucked into a black hole. In a dreamlike haze I handed out my hand. She took it and gripped it firmly. “Thanks for everything.”
I bit my lip and decided I'd take it like a man. If she didn't care for me, I shouldn't keep her tied up.
“Take care” I managed to say before the taxi honked outside. She let go of my hand and walked away. I stared at the blank wall and knew I'd love her for the rest of my life.