Ghost of You - Part 2
Ghost of You
Part 2
Part 1 can be found in my journal.
Again, no spell-check, so forgive meh.
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Minutes or hours passed; it was impossible to tell anymore. The only light in the room was coming from the window where the moonlight poured in from between the slats in the blinds, and a digital clock on the nightstand when now read 15:06. Bam lay curled up on his mattress, clutching his pink Heartagram-patterned comforter. Spread out on all sides of him was various HIM merchandise, which included T-shirts, sweatshirts, hoodies, CDs, singles, vinyls, and even some homemade things as well. Every little trinket he owned that reminded him of Ville was in that pile. Almost every item there had some value, some memory attached to it. Even the mattress he lay on held some significance. They’d made love for the first time on that very surface. Even though the sheets, blankets and comforter had been washed many times since, Ville's scent on them was still potent, as if the fragrance itself had been carefully stitched into the fabric.
Sometimes at night Bam would close his eyes and he could feel Ville against him, in his arms. These were the nights that Bam lived for now. During these nights, Ville was still alive in his mind. But reality would intrude in the morning when he opened his yes to find that Ville wasn’t really there, that it had all been a dream, an illusion made real by this fatigued mind and heart.
Sometimes the disappointment felt like a thousand razor-sharp daggers raining down and piercing into his chest. Sometimes the pain was so acute, so real, that he felt as if he would die from it. And sometimes, that pain let him see reality for what it really is.
Sometimes but not always, because the truth hurts.
TBC
Really short, but that was all I got done in study hall on Friday. Couldn't post over the weekend 'cause of my mom. (She was listing marbles on eBay WTF is that about?)
Remember: Feedback is love! :D
Part 2
Part 1 can be found in my journal.
Again, no spell-check, so forgive meh.
***
Minutes or hours passed; it was impossible to tell anymore. The only light in the room was coming from the window where the moonlight poured in from between the slats in the blinds, and a digital clock on the nightstand when now read 15:06. Bam lay curled up on his mattress, clutching his pink Heartagram-patterned comforter. Spread out on all sides of him was various HIM merchandise, which included T-shirts, sweatshirts, hoodies, CDs, singles, vinyls, and even some homemade things as well. Every little trinket he owned that reminded him of Ville was in that pile. Almost every item there had some value, some memory attached to it. Even the mattress he lay on held some significance. They’d made love for the first time on that very surface. Even though the sheets, blankets and comforter had been washed many times since, Ville's scent on them was still potent, as if the fragrance itself had been carefully stitched into the fabric.
Sometimes at night Bam would close his eyes and he could feel Ville against him, in his arms. These were the nights that Bam lived for now. During these nights, Ville was still alive in his mind. But reality would intrude in the morning when he opened his yes to find that Ville wasn’t really there, that it had all been a dream, an illusion made real by this fatigued mind and heart.
Sometimes the disappointment felt like a thousand razor-sharp daggers raining down and piercing into his chest. Sometimes the pain was so acute, so real, that he felt as if he would die from it. And sometimes, that pain let him see reality for what it really is.
Sometimes but not always, because the truth hurts.
TBC
Really short, but that was all I got done in study hall on Friday. Couldn't post over the weekend 'cause of my mom. (She was listing marbles on eBay WTF is that about?)
Remember: Feedback is love! :D