Monophobia

drip.
Drip. Drop. Crack.

I ran. I ran as fast as I could. Everything suddenly began to swirl into darkness as my feet pounded against the rustling leaves.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

My heart beated rapidly, pounding against my chest.

Each pounding step reverberated, echoed, until it was gone.

The weeks have been flying by terribly, haunting me, and you're still ever so distant. I can't walk, I'm mising you. Is it a possibility that you are missing me too? Set the scene with the black stitch of secret, this isn't over yet.

I never told him that I could do it. I always wanted him to believe in me. I always wanted to show him what he's done.

Is it a possibility that he is missing me too?

This isn't over yet.

Drip. Drop. Crack.

This isn't over yet.

Tip. Tap. Tip. Tap.

The rain reminded me of how I was with him. We did everything together, what happened?

He left you. That's what happened.

"I feel so empty," I had said. There was a faint silence, and I hated it because it spoke the truth. I could see right through him.

I could feel Andrew's eyes darkening as he stared out into the distance. "Me too."

Those days were the best. Those were the days when we camped outside in my backyard and watched the stars together.

But I was terrified. I knew that something would happen to him, because I know him. Knew, at least.

I need someone who gets it. Not just another face who doesn't really care. I need him. I fucking need him so much I feel like crying all the time. I'm so pathetic. I hate this. I hate not having him here.

Fuck.