Seeing Cherish’s smiling
face broke my heart.
How long had I tried to
forget her?
How long had I avoided
looking at this very picture?
There she was, smiling,
her eyes looking off in the distance.
Her face was one of hopes and dreams, of a life to be lived.
Little did she know…
Little did any of us
know.
My eyes drifted to the
small, senior quote underneath her picture.
“I’ll be seeing
you.”
When?
How much longer are you
going to make me wait?
Will it always just be
you, hiding out in the corner of my vision?
Or as a strange, ghostly
visage at the end of the hall?
How much longer do I have
to wait to see you again?
Would I have to take
drastic measures?
Like Sebastian?
Like Sebastian…
I could feel my stomach
lurch, and I ran for the bathroom.
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