Sunday, January 9

A devil meaning well



A phone call. Autumn still, not long after a sunday walk but week had past.

- Im dying darling-belle and so are you.
- We're all dying dear. I might beat you to it old man.
- I hope not he said after a long pause, good night

Audrinne, a tall brunette which I shared room with at boarding school stared at me with sad eyes. She never asked about the nightly phone calls, even though they woke her up. Without a word she lifted her duvet and made room for me. I laid down next to her and she stroke my forehead until I fell asleep. Not a single word was spoken that night. The only light in the room was from her burning cigarette.

When I woke up, Iris passed the news through the principal who called to his office. Louis was dead. I had already dreamt about that exact scene the night before, in the arms of my loving roommate. I mourned him with intensity and passion, and wrote letters I never sent telling him about what he had left behind. Loved him more and deeper than before.

If I had sent them, we might have had those years (lost because of her lie)
What else has she stolen?

5 comments:

helen said...

they mean well, sometimes it just does not seem that way, or they do not fully comprehend the results of their actions

Jade said...

I wonder why she lied about it...let's hope it was with sincere reason possum xo

Jazzy E (hivennn) said...

So beautiful. Enter my giveaway? x hivennn.

EllaGirl said...

Is this your new blog, Darling Belle? No wonder I lost track of you... xo - E.

Tabs A. Geek said...

That's a gorgeous picture.

It's amazing how many of us lose years with those we love and care about because of lies in some form or another.