xAbsinthexx

When you lose someone you love, days seem to drag on forever, but the weeks will fly by as if they weren't there, to begin with. At least, that's what happened to me. I lied there in bed, staring at the clock. It ticked away slowly, mocking my pain. Or lack thereof. I felt nothing, I was completely numb. So when someone knocked on my front door, it wasn’t a surprise when I almost jumped out of my skin. A strained noise tore my throat, having not spoken in.. how long? It must have been a few hours at most. It was probably all the crying. “Mark? I'm coming in,” someone said, it was Felix. My eyes twitched in distaste, I h

“I’ll miss ya,” I told Mark, blinking back tears I knew I couldn't let him see. “I’ll miss you too, Jackaboy. You'll visit soon, won't you?” He replied, a hopeful glint in his beautiful dark brown eyes. I smiled, “Of course.” Hesitantly, I reached out my arms for a hug. He happily complied, pulling me into a tight squeeze. The world stopped when I fell into his arms. His strong grip made me feel safe, his hair tickled my cheeks, and the faint smell of a cologne lingered in my nostrils, most likely from the PAX after party a few nights before. I never wanted to let go. We both retracted our

It took my eyes a few moments to adjust to the new darkness, fear quickly stripping away my mental haze. The entire block was ripped of all light sources, disregarding the moon, which seemed to burn from the vast darkness at double the intensity. I glanced around fearfully, and felt another lump rise in my throat, making it difficult to steady my breaths. My whole body trembled as a wave of undiluted panic pressed down on my head, leaving me with a feeling of dizziness and confusion. Something wasn't right. The rhythmic beats of my feet hitting the sidewalk momentarily stepped out of sync, as I instinctively picked up the pace. It became al

It was three in the morning, on a cold November night. I couldn't sleep. Every time I tried, I'd find myself staring at the ceiling, gazing into nothingness as the darkness surrounded me. I was thinking of him again. Thinking about- Sighing, I threw back the sheets and slowly made my way to the computer on the far side of the room. I rubbed my eyes as it whirred to life, and the sudden light from the monitor momentarily blinded me. A noise of disapproval escaped my lips. I stared at the screen for a long time, going in and out of reality, no idea of what I intended to do. Games, most likely. A small, 'pop' from my computer broke the daze,

It was only a matter of time. We both knew that. But it was supposed to be impossible. We had followed all of the rules. So what went wrong? How did it end up like this? I opened my eyes slowly, staring at the near lifeless body of my loved one. I quickly shut them tight again, for the sight was too much to bear. I did this. This is my fault. Tide made a small noise, as if he knew what I was thinking, and he gripped my hand even tighter. I try to smile, but the muscles in my face wouldn't allow it anymore. Instead, I coughed, the familiar tearing sensation overwhelming my throat. I knew there was blood, but I couldn't taste it. I couldn

“Jack, what’s this?” Mark asked, staring at the small green eyeball Jack had shoved into his arms. His plane was going to take off soon, taking him back to Ireland. Mark was waiting with him, hoping to give him a special sendoff. Jack stared at his feet, shuffling in his seat slightly, “Uhm… It’s a Sam.” He muttered, the back of his neck heating up. “What for? Can’t sell it yourself?” Mark chuckled, looking down at the small plush again. It looked smaller than the ones he usually sold, but it wasn’t a keychain. It was special. Jack snapped his head up, his eyes darting left and

How this happened, Jack will never know. One minute everything was fine, the next, well… His pants were around his ankles, denim lodged somewhere between the metal rungs of the ladder. This being the only thing that kept him from dropping 20 feet down to the frozen earth head first. He had slipped. He was stuck. Upside down. In the middle of December. Jack shivered when the cool air once again brushed against his bare legs, and he knew he couldn’t stay like this for long. His stomach lurched when the ladder swayed slightly with the wind. As embarrassing as this was, he needed to get help, and fast. Jack dug around in his hoodie f