22 September 2012
"Liam, don't go!" I yelled pointlessly. He couldn't hear me. I ran after him. I don't know why. What could I do to help him?
He was sitting on the steps in front of the church, head in his hands, full out sobbing.
No, Liam..
I hated seeing him in so much pain.
I took a step towards him.. And stopped. My body was fading away.
I looked behind me, into the church, and I could see that they were carrying my coffin out. Every step they took made more of me disappear.
But Liam was still crying.
I forced myself to look away from my body and ran to Liam. I didn't have much time left. The cemetery was right next to the church.
I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his shoulder.
Maybe.. Maybe he can feel me. Maybe he's the only one who can.
I didn't stop to think about why. I was thinking of our hugs in the past.. Goodbye hugs, congratulatory hugs, hello hugs.. They all meant so much to me, but I was always convinced they meant nothing to him.
Maybe not.
He loved me.
Why? Part 8 • Opuss № I