I Was There

No one knows what happened but I was there. She came to me, she always did, every morning sometimes even at night. I gave her all the warmth that she needed by showering her with my deep love. I felt exhilarated when her skin touched mine and there was no layer of clothing between us.

Sometimes she yelled loudly when she was mad at someone but she never yelled at me because I gave her comfort and warmth. She also came to me when she was excited and happy. Winter or summer, autumn or spring, she always came to me. But when it happened, she was very excited. She was getting ready to go somewhere; I was excited that I will feel warmth of her body again.

She got naked right in front of me. Once again we were together. Her skin so beautiful that it felt like I was looking at the moon, her lips so red as if a rose was bleeding, her eyes so shiny and deep that one could jump in them but still would not reach at the bottom ,they had infinite depth. We did not talk on that day, actually we never talked. When she was done she went away. But to my surprise she returned soon.

This time she was dressed in a long black dress and had a lot of unwanted make-up on. She was so beautiful, she never needed all that. She removed all the make-up hastily and I saw that she was crying. A river was flowing out of her eyes. I hated it when she cried. She came to me, laid on top of me. She took out a razor blade and slit her wrist. I was not able to save her. But I was there when she killed herself. I was her bath tub.

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