- Thu, 00:09: I have no idea where this story is going
- Thu, 00:10: RT @VeryShortStory: I removed the crown from your sleeping head and tried it on. It fit perfectly. Father said I was to be king but my hear…
- Thu, 00:10: heh heh
- Thu, 00:20: I just combined two cliches to create one big angsty plot, somebody kill mehhh
- Thu, 10:27: Actually, I was writing this according to a friend's request but then the story turned out completely different from the plan T_T
test. er... hi? just downloaded a livejournal app for android and somehow.... I can't seem to access all its features? ha ha.
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I dreamt of my father again. For the first time in months. I didn’t pay attention to my surroundings because I didn’t know where we were headed. All I can grasp of my memory now is of medium sized boats, a pier, the sea and a beautiful sunset.
My father is still sick. But he’s not as thin as he was before he died. His room is bright, glass windows with white lace curtains and a view of the pier and the sea. He has a big white dog that needed to be restrained from visitors because the dog is too protective and will pounce on you if unrestrained.
I like to think that he was reborn somewhere. Somewhere by the sea. Living a simple life like he always wanted, like he always did. Maybe he’ll grow up to be something great, maybe he’ll grow up rowing those boats. I just wish… just wish that stress don’t kill him like in this lifetime too.
It wasn’t the scent of spring or of new beginnings. But of winter and things that leave you cold and shivering in the dark. It wasn’t a promise of forever, but a reminder that things are ephemeral. Not of a great love… just a heart, unspoken for, slowly breaking.