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watching from the
Dear someone who watches from the shadows
I have left what is left of a tattered life behind me, there is no one left to love and for that
I am thankful. To cling to a life that was never my own was pointless and never gave me any sense of
fulfilment. So I fill this note with pointless one liners and scribbled emotions hoping someday
someone will read it and think maybe it was a good thing he left when he did ,the
world wasn't ready for what he brought, for what he wrote.
To write was my only outlet, I suppose the only way I could confide what I was feeling with out
the vulnerability a spoken word can bring. So I see you sit there reading this note with watching a
once loved boy slip from the grasps of life and from the grasps of misery, you may cry but then you
will just hurt what is left of my broken body and empty mind. A mind filled with an emptiness so
sever and intense that to live any longer would kill me. To live any longer would kill
him. The one who I would watch from afar and spill my observations to
later. He is the one person who I will regret to leave who I will miss with all my heart. But I
suppose its stupid to suppose that you miss things when your dead.
Brendon please forget me, go on to love with the passion only you have, a passion I was never
worthy. I never wanted to hurt you, but as is the way with me I did. So now as I count
down my last seconds I break the final promise I ever made you, to never leave you. It is I'm afraid
necessary to leave you, as to stay would only, as I have said before, cause you so
much more pain. So my dear do not cry for the body that is left or the soul
that has left it, don't cry for the boy you once knew, he has gone.
Where I am not sure, but gone, he left the day I lost you and has never returned. I
loved you Brendon, I always did, but I was unworthy of ever loving such an amazing
boy. Never blame your self, I could never watch you do that.
Goodbye all who care and all who couldn't, it doesn't mater know.
Forever forgotten, never loved
Brendon walked into the deathly quite flat, calling the name of a lover who would never answer.
“Ryan” he called into the dark hall “Ryan, I'm scared” his only answer was
that of an empty room. Thinking maybe he went to bed early Brendon stumbled down the dark corridor
to a room he hoped was the bedroom.
“Ryan” he called again, he staggered towards the bed in hopes of finding his loved one
but once again he found nothing. He turned to leave but the light coming from Ryan on suit caught
his eye “Ryan, hunny, are you in there” he pushed on the door and was greeted by a sight
that he would remember for the rest of his meaningless life.
His lover lay on the linoleum floor a crow of blood framing his perfect face. In one hand he
held a note in the other a picture. Bothe had stains of blood on them but neither where damaged.
Brendon took the note, and intended to read it but the picture caught his eye. It was a picture of
him and Ryan. Spence had taken it while they hadn't been looking, Ryan looked deep in thought
staring at Brendon whilst Brendon was pulling a funny face, Brendon remembered Ryan telling him once
that he had always loved that picture of him. Caught up in his thoughts he didn't realise that he
was crying till he looked back the photo and found it blurry and the dampness on his cheeks. He
needed justification on why Ryan had done this and once again turned his attention to the note.
The words in it were exactly what you would expect from Ryan beautiful in the sadness that they
bring. Cryptic of course but beautiful all the same. Each word however beautiful was a stab at his
heart and by the end it was shredded to a bloody mess spilling onto the floor to join in Ryan's
hopes and dreams.
He read the letter over and over hoping to find a way in which it wasn't true but instead he read
only truth and this killed him more than anything.
“why Ryan, WHY?????” he grab the limp body and pulled it towards him hoping that if he
stayed there for long enough the beautiful boy would come back to him. That he would open his eye
and grant him one last look at the deep golden orbs but the body lay in his arms unresponsive and
cold, his face a mere shell of the beauty that had once graced his features.
“I will always love you Ryan” he cried in to the dead boys chest “always.”
They stayed like that for hours the broken boy cradling the dead boy. His tears mingling with the
blood that had spread across the floor.
“Goodbye” it was the last word that Brendon uttered to his lost love.
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