Fog clung to the ground and the graveyard clung to the fog, as wind sent leaves dashing through the trees and screaming church bells echoed across the hills.
Sea shells danced and cavorted among the tides, the droning of the waves echoing across the beaches of gold brightly shining in the light of the laughing sun.
I wanted to say that to him. Just that I was sorry for the abuse and bullshit I had put him through. The tears and secrets. All the late nights of refusing to talk and the long days of keeping everything hidden from him.
Time to wake up.
He was a real person I knew, but he was never actually in my room. He never held out his hand with an offer to help. It was all just a daydream. Something I wanted to happen, but i knew it never would. I had a lot of those lately. They daydreams kept me believing I still had hope. I don't know