This is somewhat I second part for the first piece I published last week. I hope you like it <3
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I stood on her grave looking down at the mound of earth that covered her beautiful face. "A place, I believe, suitable for me ..." those words echoed in my ears. My tears made their way down to her. I envied them for falling down and becoming a part of the earth that covered her face. I hoped that would make their way down to her and tell her about my sadness. I hoped they would tell her how my eyes hated to see this world without her in it. I hoped they tell her that my eyes had sight for no one but her.
I looked down at that mound of earth with silence surrounding the both of us. I remembered how talkative she was when I was around her. I remembered our joyful screams. All of that is part of our past right now. From now on our conversations will be nothing but segments of my silent tears on her grave and memories that will revive her from her death.
I wanted to know who was behind all of this. I wanted to know who broke my sweetheart like this! In her letter she mentioned that I proposed to "her". Who is this her? How can people lie about such things?
Wouldn't she have known before anyone that I proposed to another girl? Wasn't she the closest person to me?
My heart ached for her lose. It screamed so hard for revenge. I cried and my tears were not silent this time. They fell so hard on the mound that covered her determined to make their way to her, to tell her the truth about our love, and to tell her that she wasn't living a lie after all.
My silent screams made their way out to the world announcing war on love, life and friendship. I swore to her that I will not love anyone but her. I swore that I will never leave her alone, and I swore that I will take my revenge on this world….
Until next time <3
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