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Please don’t take my sunshine away.

It was longing. That feeling in his chest as though his heart was being pulled by an invisible string.

He longed to go back there, to breathe the same air and watch the trees sway to the wind, the birds chirp a little too early, the children clapping and singing without a care in the world.

That was the only place he knew, the place where he could be himself, effortless smiles, crazy thoughts and notions, a place where he could be as free as a bird and preen under the attention he got from them.

It was his sunshine, whenever he dreamt of that place he wished it never came to an end. He wanted to go back because he loved the place but more importantly because that was where he first met her.

Her beautiful brown eyes, that lit up whenever she smiled, the crinkle on the side of her eye when she laughed, the way she’d throw her head back when she laughed real hard, the way she’d tap him lightly when she found something interesting, her graceful movement, the crease between her brows when she was curious and lastly her beautiful heart. It was there he’d met her.

Her father was the owner of the café where he liked to have breakfast; she was the one who served him that day, all smiles and curious glances. He always got that look from people and he was used to it but from her it was different, he found himself sweating and itching to talk to her, she kept her distance, only coming when he asked her to. He decided he’d had enough and he just walked to her and introduced himself. She smiled, satisfied with herself and shook his hand. He thought her voice was beautiful, her hand was so soft and had some scars he wished he could trace but he retreated and settled for a smile. She looked at him knowingly and gave him another cup of coffee on the house. That day when he walked out of that place he knew she was the one. She was his sunshine.

Every day, he’d go there, talk with her, forget his orders and get a free cup of coffee. With time, he started coming with gifts, flowers and those things he thought she’d love and oh holy angels! She loved them, she’d hug him tight and in her true fashion she’d give him coffee on the house.

The night they went to dinner, she initiated it, she took his hand and they walked to a beautiful building where all kind of cuisines were served and they sat and talked and talked and talked till all the customers left and the place closed. That night when he walked her to her doorstep and she smiled shyly and kissed him on the cheek, he knew it was her.

After three months of seeing each other, they decided to take things to the next level, where they’d normally hold hands and smile, they traded kisses and long stares. He knew he wanted to continue life with her. His life had been dark but the moment she stepped in, everything brightened up.

God how much he loved her.

He stayed back because of her. He left the big city and moved to the country side, he loved the country more. Who would pass up an opportunity to eat fresh food, enjoy serenity and just feel at peace leaving the noisiness of New York behind? Who would? So he stayed back and they built a business and a family and it was perfect.

Until it wasn’t.

It was funny really, how one moment people were alive and well beside you and the next moment they were gone, they would go to sleep and never wake you up with their beautiful singing.

She wasn’t ill, she was healthy, and she just slept forever, no goodbyes, nothing.

He had to find out from the mortician that she was pregnant, she didn’t even know.

Those were the scariest two years of his life, he’d dream so many dreams of them running up and down the hills and then she’d disappear, sometimes, she’d sing him to sleep and the moment he’s asleep it as if he was drowning under water.

One night before he moved out, he dreamt he held her in his arms but when he woke, he was mistaken and he hung his head and cried.

So when he passed through that particular building, it reminded him of her and that night when they lay under the stars and made promises to each other, she taught him another language and she held his hands and let him trace the scars.

He found himself missing her all over again, missing the way she seemed to make all his worries disappear, missing the way he put a smile on her face.

And one morning, he was tired of longing for her when he could just be with her.

So he did it, he hung himself and died.

#a random idea popped into my head and i did it.. guys! i slept too much and wrote this.#it was an idea that popped into my head last year when my friend's sister died #a day after my grandma died #in a way it made me hate christmas cos grandma was sick from the 23rd of december to the 29th and my friend died the next day and so it wa #it was crazy how people would be here today and the next day they would just vanish #the last thing i said to her was you're shy right? and she said no not really and we were gonna have a conversation and the next thing #she's dead. i really thought i'd gotten over it but everyday i see things tat remind me of them and i start all over again #i start to cry and wish i'd done some other things #i miss my grandma so bad #i saw her obituary picture and i had to take a whole day to catch my breath and believe it.#sorry the tag is too much #i just needed to vent #nobody would see this anyway

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