I hear my door creaking open. Footsteps making their way over to my window I suppose.
Like every morning since that night.
"You know that you can't hide away from life forever."
Can't he just leave already. All that I want to do is sleep.
"I hate seeing you like this. Sleeping your life away. You were supposed to have the best summer of your life with your friends, instead you're here mourning, in your bed for more than two months already."
I haven't seen day light in a while, that's why when the sun rays hit my pupils I squeeze them shut in seconds.
This time when I open them again I turn my head away from the bright sunlight. I flutter them for awhile, getting used to the forgotten light filling my room.
How can I enjoy the sunshine when he had to die in a thunderstorm?
Why am I able to feel the summer warmth, while he had to endure the harsh winter rain on his quickly weakening body.