Status: japanese cell phone novel inspired.
Sea of Embers
i'll be fine, i swear,
He ruined it. He ruined everything. I write this down repeatedly when I’m alone. I want this to be engrained into me; I want to think of nothing else.
Yet, I can’t.
I want this thought to completely engulf me.
Yet, it doesn’t.
It’s hard to think about why it doesn’t. It’s hard because memories resurface and I remember why I did what I did, and my demons resurface and claw at me.
He hasn’t told me his name yet, but I don’t mind. I think of him as the boy with a ubiquitous emerald sea in his eyes, with curly brown hair and ragged clothes.
The sea boy.
The boy who saved me from drowning.
Yet, I can’t.
I want this thought to completely engulf me.
Yet, it doesn’t.
It’s hard to think about why it doesn’t. It’s hard because memories resurface and I remember why I did what I did, and my demons resurface and claw at me.
He hasn’t told me his name yet, but I don’t mind. I think of him as the boy with a ubiquitous emerald sea in his eyes, with curly brown hair and ragged clothes.
The sea boy.
The boy who saved me from drowning.