The sweat wouldn’t stop running down your body as you sat up fast, it was barely three in the morning, yet you hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep since that day. Your mind was always plagued by him, no matter what he wouldn’t stop talking, wouldn’t stop appearing. Every day for weeks, months, years…
“You know… you’re on my mind.” You’d always whispered, the tears pricking your eyes that you didn’t even know you still had.
No matter how long it was, how long it’s been since that dreadful day. Days turned to months and slowly, it turned into a year. You stood at the top of that hill right before the sunset and sunrise, watching it. Through each season, your eyes wouldn’t focus on the view but on the spot next to you. His faint figure standing there, always changing as his clothes would always fit the season. Your gaze through always went back to the view, eyes glossing over.
“As the seasons change… will you stand by me.?” The whisper of words left your mouth, that faint figure gazing down at the view as well, that faint feeling of its hand on yours. Your eyes slowly shut and like that the feeling on your hand vanished, replaced with the feeling of cold snow hitting your hand…
Marking it one year ago, since he died on you…