Sorrow

Jerry and I had switched places in the world.

He was the crazy, unstable psychopath who only wanted to hurt people, and I was the one who had to take the world on my shoulders.

And that meant Ellie.

I had to stop her from leaving. I couldn't let her walk out of my life; not after all that I had been through. After all that I had lost.

But she would be moving in two days. I didn't have much time. Somehow, I would have to convince her to stay, make her feel safe here. Safe with me.

But some small part of my mind cautioned me against it. I had this feeling--this strange, instinctual sense--that if I told Ellie how I really felt about her, and somehow it worked out between us...I would lose her too. Lose her like I had lost Laura. And Ally and Jade and maybe even Jerry...because it seemed like all I ever brought to people was sorrow.

No. I could never, ever tell Ellie how I felt about her. How I wanted to hold her and kiss her and tell her that I loved her.

Because if I did, Ellie would die.

The End

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