Speaking

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The Whispers At the moment, I only have one posting... but it's one of my favorite.. This is the original version of this story, I have a different version on my main page, only difference is it's a girl in the other one, not a guy.. Eventually I'll have more on here. Pretty soon I'll post "The Vampire Legacy" which was originally an abandoned piece for certain reasons, soon to be made public. Neat.
Sweet Angel Lying down, not a breath passes his lips.. His soft warm lips that have not turned dry and winter blue.... The lips that would sing to me, the song that made me feel no longer lonely... I hear the song in my mind... It used to make me feel happy, but now I feel more lonely than ever. He now lays on the bed that he’ll sleep on forever. His face... His face that once held the most beautiful smile.. It now has a mouth that forms a single line.. no smile.. no frown... He is so silent... so monotonous... I held him in my arms once. It seemed so calm.. so in place.. If only I knew then what I know now. His happiness, his love, his words.. They all camouflaged his true self. He was alone.. hating.. The loss of a loved one can tear someone’s soul apart.. He knew that when he lost his father. I know it now since I’ve lost his. He lays in an eternal sleep, that not even a kiss could wake him. I never felt his warm lips against mine and now I never will. I see his soft, smooth hands crossed against his chest. His soft hands.. so gentle.. The same hands he used to run through his hair.. The same hands that rested on my shoulder when I needed the slightest comfort when I felt so lost.. so out of place. I see his poor sad mother in the front row. Crying, shaking, mourning.... His mother found him on that solemn day. She found her only son, lying on the tiled floor. His hands and wrists were saturated with his own blood.. His white face, his eyes shut, his lips closed.. His wrists, the only exit out of life he could think of, cut wide open... blood pouring out of them like a water fountain... Next to his delicate body lay a shard of glass and in the corner of the bathroom where he lays, sits a broken snow dome. It was a snow dome that he was very fond of. I once held it in my own hands.. I shook it and watched the snow whirl around the penguin figurine inside. A note on the bathroom mirror that was written in his own blood... "Forgive me. I am free. I am with dad. I love you..." The last letter streaked down the mirror and then ended. Those are the last words from him... the last ones I will know. Those words are burned into my memory. A man dressed in a black robe walked up to the casket and closed the lid. Good bye, my beloved angel.. I will remember you always...