Title: Swallowing Razorblades - Phan
Author's Note: At the end
Everyday, every single day has been the same. Since the accident, since my heart broke. It may as well have been me it's almost as though it was me who had died. I don't feel anymore, I don't believe I can feel. I just purely exist. I'm a shadow, a shadow of deep loss and regret. A shadow of broken words and empty promises. A ghost.
Is it wrong, to have visions of your dead boyfriend? To hear his voice in your mind, to somehow find him there - corporal and full if life? Because that's what it's like for me. I talk to Phil every day - I swear he talks back. My lost lover. He still cares for me, still loves and cherishes me. I can tell.
A year it's been, a year today. The day my beating heart was torn clean from my chest. We'd been walking, just walking, hand in hand. The entire world was perfectly quiet yet disastrously loud. We were