Theea
see the city and the ocean mist
I can't breathe.
I can't fucking breathe.
He's walking toward me, and I should be running up to him, shouldn't I? He's... right in front of me. He reaches out, and tucks a stubborn lock of hair behind my ear, and his touch lingers. I can feel it.
My eyes are darting all over him, and suddenly my ears are ringing. Hadn't I just been inside not an hour ago, hugging his clothes that I'd found in the closet? His jacket was hanging inside, torn in the sleeve, waiting to be stitched. It smells more like me than him now, but sometimes my hand comes out of the pocket smelling like peppermint leaves.
That jacket hasn't held him in so long.
I felt his hand slip from my fingers.
I watched him vanish, as if he were never there at all. Heard my mother screaming and screaming for him. Looking for a way down. We never found one. Never found his body.
"Did Mort... he let you..."
I'm can't get the words out - I'm dizzy. My hands are cold, as cold as when he fell. Heart racing. My vision narrows to pin pricks, to his face— —
And then my legs buckle entirely, and the world disappears.
I can't fucking breathe.
He's walking toward me, and I should be running up to him, shouldn't I? He's... right in front of me. He reaches out, and tucks a stubborn lock of hair behind my ear, and his touch lingers. I can feel it.
My eyes are darting all over him, and suddenly my ears are ringing. Hadn't I just been inside not an hour ago, hugging his clothes that I'd found in the closet? His jacket was hanging inside, torn in the sleeve, waiting to be stitched. It smells more like me than him now, but sometimes my hand comes out of the pocket smelling like peppermint leaves.
That jacket hasn't held him in so long.
I felt his hand slip from my fingers.
I watched him vanish, as if he were never there at all. Heard my mother screaming and screaming for him. Looking for a way down. We never found one. Never found his body.
"Did Mort... he let you..."
I'm can't get the words out - I'm dizzy. My hands are cold, as cold as when he fell. Heart racing. My vision narrows to pin pricks, to his face— —
And then my legs buckle entirely, and the world disappears.
i wish you could be here for this
