Dear dereliction,
(n.) The state of having been abandoned and becoming dilapidated.
A promise sworn by our little fingers and sealed with a kiss. The whispers of “I’ll never leave you…” Just as if a dream, the break of the promise felt like it went by in a blink when really it lasted the entire night. The foreseen went unforeseen as I denied myself the small doubt in my mind that something was very wrong. A grave mistake by the end, as more tears were shed than kisses shared over years of holding hands and holding hearts.
I was in a vast ocean of murky water when my saviors pulled me up by my hand. I heaved as the air entered my lungs again and my respiratory system was replenished. The bright sun beat on my fair skin and comforted me in a blanket of warmth. The sky of blue opened its arms to me along with the people who pulled me out of my sorrow and misery. I smiled at them and kissed their cheeks. Slowly, though, our embrace began slipping. Little by little, I was falling back into the water without noticing. It wasn’t until my toe dipped back into the cold water that my senses began worrying me. However, I ignored it and told myself it was all an illusion; a slight breeze had passed and made my feet shiver, that’s all. By the time I was knee-deep, the warning signs were blaring more strongly in my mind, but I pushed it into my subconscious. Further and further, as centimeter by centimeter the freezing abyss consumed the surface of my skin, the shivering seeped into my bones and soon I could not ignore the aquiver state of my goose-fleshed body.
However, as soon as I finally took attention to the matter, it was too late. I clung to the tips of their fingers, but they parted and my head was submerged. My blood froze and my eyes were devoid of their sight as my eyelids shut in a pitiful effort to keep out the cold. Painful needles pierced my skin as I fell deeper into the murky depths that were my sorrow and misery. I couldn’t remember it being so cold before, but after a taste of the sun, the pit of the ocean was juxtaposed and thus the shock intensified the temperature change.
Now, I am alone in every sense of the word. I have no friends to which to cry and no family that can console me; I am left alone with my quill and my thoughts. Ink is naught but mine own blood. And thus the sobs wreak my wretched body as I weep to myself and to my screen.
Sincerely,
Tangerine Boy
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