Nightmare7

"and everyone knows that the inner poet will always kill the inner child at some point, but what they don't know is how to prevent it. Because once you've trained the inner poet to be a pedophile and harass your inner child enough so he could have daddy issues, they tend to be the perfect forbidden couple, and the best way to kill both of them is using the one weakness nobody knows or cares about, the underrated kill switch called LOVE.."

"stop it" the faceless teacher said "I hope you know what inappropriate means, because you can't read this in class."

the shame he felt at that moment made him hate everyone and everything that deem an idea "idiotic"

it was a rainy day, the kind of day he loved. He left the school and was walking home when he heard someone calling his name. It was the new girl who came to the school two weeks ago. She didn't talk much and always sit in the back.

"hey you left your umbrella in the classroom."

"oh, sorry you had to bring it here"

the girl smiled

"I kinda needed an excuse to talk to you, so no need to be sorry"

he was wondering what the girl could possibly want to talk about

"I heard the thing you wrote in the class. It was amazing"

he knew what the girl was doing. It's the thing everybody has been doing, a game of empathy, and he was always the loser.

"the others don't seem to think like that"

"screw the others. You don't need that clown to tell you what's appropriate and what's not"

they only talked for ten minutes, but it felt like forever. He understood that E was also a writer.

the weeks after that, they spent every second of everyday together, reading the things they wrote and sharing every inappropriate thing they oddly found amazing. They talked about the ideas they followed, how religions changed the way we think and view the world. They started writing letters to each other every week.

he never felt this close to anyone in his life. E was the angel he needed to be happy again.

they cried together

they talked together

they stayed alone together

E made him ditch the school every rainy day. She always told him "Bring Your Umbrella" so he wouldn't forget what he was leaving behind. They always went to a park and talked about the saddest things possible. But in the end, they always ended up laughing.

he felt like he knew her all his life

although they've only met for a year

although they were not in any kind of relationship

he loved her with all his heart

she was the only one who listened to what he actually had to say

she was the only one who knew who he was

and one day, when he arrived at the school, looking for E, he sensed something.

all faceless students, all faceless people were acting odd.

the faceless literature teacher told him about the car crash. She told him that E was gone forever.

he couldn't believe what he was hearing

they are faceless

they are lying

he ran out of the school to look for E

he searched the park and every other inch of the city but he couldn't bring himself to look for her in the cemetery.

it was a sunny day, the kind of day he hated because he couldn't pretend that his tears are just raindrops.

the only reason of happiness was gone

and she wasn't coming back

the funeral ended without him

and he was still crying in the park

alone

two days later he received a letter from E

she must've posted it before everything happened

he couldn't open it

not after E was gone

he couldn't do anything

but that's not what E would want so he had no choice but to read it

he cried the second he saw her handwriting

"and when the angels told her she would die 3 days later, she started begging them for two days so they could post-pond her death. The third day arrived and she realized that crying and begging for her life won't help. So for the first time, she started enjoying her life. Even if it was for only one day.

she smiled

she cried

she feared

she listened

she watched

and she loved

finally

she lived

and she died

PS : meet me at the park. It's raining demons out there this week. Bring your umbrella"

although E wrote a lot about death, the letter was still ironic

he cried and at the same time, he smiled

he knew E was gone and was not here with him

but she always said "you put a part of your soul in the thing you write"

so he always had a part of her with him.

he still writes for her

so all the beauty the words have will find a way to reach her

to reach home